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Making the Dirt Fly 



While Uncle Sam is making the 
dirt fly, at\ Panama, Sapolio 
it fly at home 







The Pacific Monthly 



VOLUME XVIII 



JULY-DECEMBER 
1907 



"The Magazine of the West" 




THE PACIFIC MONTHLY PUBLISHING COMPANY 

PORTLAND, OREGON 

1907 



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Copyright, 1907, by 
The Pacific Monthly Publishing Company 



All Rights Riserved 



Contents 



About Wlllapa Hay ..... 

An Idyll of tha Trout Streams 

An Bsaplra in the Making: 

An Inside Light on Kipling 

An Inventive Irrlgatlonlst 

Aa Philosopher I'nto I'hlloaopher 

At Last, A Summer Resort .... 

Autumn ( Verne I .... 

■ rse) 
Unitle of the Big Horn. The 
Beulah I-and. The Land of Promise 

Bolae. The Beautiful 

Captain Tubble'* Debut (Story) 

Carmellta (Story) 

I 'rawing* by_ Maynard Dlzon. 
Claim Jumpers. *The ..... 

Urawlnga by H. W. Armstrong. 
Copper, the Slogan of Southeastern Alaska 
Crucifixion Yucca. The (Verse) 

With a Volcano. A 
Defense of Style. A .... . 

Drama In New York ..... 
Dramatic Season In New York. The 
Deserter, The (Verse) ..... 
End of Change. The (Story) 
Engagement of Allen Somers. The (Storj 

Drawings by Eleanor Walla Plaw. 
Fight on the Little Muddy. The 
Forest Festivals of Bohemia, The 
Found ...... 

«;ift. The (Story) 

Drawings by Xavler Martinez 
Glories of Valdez 

From Photographs by George C. Cantwell. 
Ion. The (Verse) ..... 
"liuy MuniuTlrig" (Story) 

eat. The (Verse) 
Helmsman, The ..... 

I 'rawing by A. Uurr. 
Hermit of San Nicholas, The 

Photographs by J. C. Hrewst, i 
Hlflory. Fiction and the Point of View 
House of Dreams, The (Verse) 

Drawings by Xavler Martinez. 
Idle Days or the New York Stage; A Glance Backward 

: Forward 
Importance of the Unimportant 
Impressions ..... 

Faith Begins Where Reason Ends; but Who Shall 
Say Where Reason Ends? 

If you Would Not Be Betrayed Put Neither Your 
Life, Liberty Nor Property Into the Power of 
Another 

Every Privilege Has Been Regarded by the Prlv 
iltged Class as a Right 

The Moving Power In Men, as Well aa Animals, 
la instinct and Impulse. .Not Reason 

■ 'hrlstmas .... 
In Exile (Verse) .... 
in Old Bohemia .... 
ketchup' 
■ Hon in Southern California 
Justice and the Theatrical Syndicate 
KiiiKtlshers ..... 

Photographs by Herman T. Bohlmu 
Klamath Country, The ..... 
Last Stand of the Argonauts, The (Serial) 
Lighter Sido . 

Los Angeles Savings Banks 
Man Who Wax Not Wulte Sure, The (Story) 
■ t to Nature ..... 
Mediterranean of North America. The 
Midwinter Playground of America. Tha 



Glen Egbert 

Jules Verna des Votgnes 

uerlte Stabler 

Elizabeth \ 
J. W. wine: est-r 
L. M. Ma Athur 
Charles 11 Clark, Jr. 
Fred A. Hunt 




Van Van OMnda 
Jarr.es Hopi er 

Herman Whltaker 

Don Steffa 

In Wllpon 
Arthur Mill' head Burns 
Porter Own ett 
William Winter 
William Winter 
Mary Madison Lee 
Margaret Adelilde Wilson 
Agnes Foster Buchanan 

Fred A. Hunt 
Porter Garn.tt 



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Robert Mclntyre 

William Winter 
William L. Flnley 



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CONTENTS— Continued 



Mix-Up in Souls, A (Story) 
Money Mirage. The (Story) . 
Most Beautiful Girls on Earth, The . 

Photograph by Major Lee Mo^rhou^e. 
Motor Boating on Puget Soun:l 
New York Theater, The 
October (Verse) ..... 
Old Letters (Verse) .... 
Old Trailer, The (Verse) . 
On the Hurricane Deck of a Comb'ne . 
Opportunity and a Swede 
Opportunity in Kittitas County 
"O te Quiero" (Story) 

Drawing by MacM. Pease. 
Out of Doors in California 

Photographs by Graham Photograph Company. 
Our Strategic Position in the Pacific . 
Pair of Cousins, A 

Photographs by Herman T. Bohlman. 
Passing Stranger, The (Verse) 
Persistency of Wu Lung Wouey, The (Story) 
— Poetics, Bierce and Sterling 
Praise With Paint Damns 
Progress of Irrigon, The 
Reclaiming an Empire .... 
Reverie, A (Verse) .... 

Drawings by Eloise J. Roorbach. 
Rod on the Pacific Coast, The 
Rover's Toast, The 

Security (Verse) ..... 
Settler, The (Serial) .... 



Some Views of the Clackamas River . 

From Photographs by O. Preytag. 
Song of the Road (Verse) 

Drawings by Eloise J. Roorbach. 
Song of the Saddle, The (Verse) 
Soul of a City, The (Verse) . 
Southwest From Bullfrog (Story in Verse) 

Drawings by Maynard Dixon. 
Stage Affairs in New York 
Stage and the Pulpit, The 
Stake, The (Verse) 
Stand Still (Verse) 

Drawings by Eloise J. Roorbach. 
Struggle, The (Verse) ... 
Summer Playground of America, The 
"Them White Faces" (Story) 
To Protea (Verse) 
Trail From Town, The (Verse) 
Transformation of a Desert, The 
Trapping in the Golden North 
Trip to Moses Coulee, A 
Triumph of Ah Joy 

Drawings by Colista M. Murray. 
Undomesticated Indian, The . 

From Photographs by Mrs. Fanny Van Duyn. 
Unspoken (Verse) .... 
"TJp-Lift" in San Francisco, The 
Upper Snake River Valley. The 
Valleyford ..... 
Victoria. The Remembered 
Vigilantes, The (Verse) 
Washington's Vale of Plenty 
Waterloo of King Jedediah I, The (Story) 
Way of the Land Transgressor, The 

The West and the President's Land Policies 

Gifford Pinchot and the National Forests . 

Ethan Allen Hitchcock and the Lieu-Land Operators 

Some Queer Operations in tlfe Rocky Mountain 
States ........ 

The Coal-Land Gang ...... 

Western Affairs at Washington ..... 



Robert Whitaker 
E. D. Biggers 
Joaquin Miller 

Daniel L Pratt 

William ■Winter 

John S. Reed 

Mary Ogden Vaughan 

Charles B. Clark, Jr. 

Fred Lockley 

Fred Lockley 

Marguerite Stabler 

George Wharton James 

Arthur H. Dutton 
William L. Finley 

Edith Campbell Babbitt 
W. A. Scott 
Porter Garnett 
Porter Garnett 



F. H. Newell 
William Winter 



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113 

688 
439 
388 
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276 
535a 
427 

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587 
603 

738 
341 
553 
739 
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471 
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Charles F. Holden 1 

Charles B. Clark. Jr. 637 

Elizabeth Lambert Wood 455 
Herman Whitaker 

52, 177, 325, 440. 563 
73 



Charlton Lawrence Edholm 



Charles B. Clark, 
Harley R. Wiley 
Rufus Steele 



Jr. 



William Winter 
William Winter 
Charles B. Clark, Jr. 
Elizabeth M. Redfern 

Sinclair Lewis 
Frank Carleton Teck 
Frederick E. Scotford 
Porter Garnett 
Charles B. Clark, Jr. 
Fred R. Reed 
Percival Nash 



J. D. Hassenfurther 



Ralph L Harmon 
Arno Dosch 



John Fleming Wilson 
Margaret Ashmun 
C. J. Blanchard 
John Fleming Wilson 
Lute Pease 



Western Scenes ........ 

From Photographs. Reproduced in Color. 
What Irrigation Is Doing for Spokane 
What Irrigation in California Has to Offer Immigrants 
Where Mud Is Minted ....... 

Whine of the Wheels, The (Story) .... 

Drawings by the Author. 
Wonder-Worker in Southern Idaho .... 

Yucaipa Valley, The ....... 



Ira E. Bennett 

165, 283, 415, 



610, 



Fred Lockley 
Clarence Edwords 

Jack Jungmeyer 



650 

620 
271 
465 

110 

31 

456 

593 

609 

128 
388 
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272 
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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY ADVERTISING SECTION. 



AS YOU KNOW 

Tin- famous Marshall &i Stearns Patented Wall Beds and Fixtures have com 
plrtclv solved the Apartment Bonn problem, for tlie hoankwper M well as for the 
architect ami builder. And 

YOU ALSO KNOW 

That these ip— 1 1 living', comfort-affording and income-increasing Patented 
Wall Beds and Fixtures arc new universally recognized as a "Standard" and are 
rapidly being adopted all over the country in Apartment Houses, Hotel- and private 
homes. But 

YOU MAY MOT KNOW 

That the demand for the Marshall iSc Stearic goods is so tremendous that the 
Company is called upon to do a business during 1907 which necessitates the selling 

• lie of it.- 1'refericd Stock, thus increasing its working capital to meet this un- 
precedented demand. And 

YOU WILL BE GLAD TO KNOW 

That evexjf cent received from the sale of the 10,000 shares of 6 jier cent Pre- 

■ I Stock offered for public subscripticm will be turned into the treasury of the 
Corporation and used IMMEDIATELY to increase its earning capacity; and that to 
make the investment doubly attractive, one share of Common Stock will be given 

\> A BONU8 with each share of Preferred Stock sold. And 

OF COURSE, YOU KNOW 

That such an investment opportunity rarely comes but once in a lifetime, and 
that VOC should take advantage of it before this small block of stock is sold. 
Finally, here are a few additional facts 

YOU SHOULD KNOW 

About the Marshall & Stearns Company and this 6 per cent Preferred Stock - 
ill The Company is incorporated under the laws of California with an authorized 
capital stock of $1,000,000, of which $250,000 is 6 per cent Pretend and *7.'>0,000 
Common Stock, each having a par value of $10 per share, FULLY PAID; (2) the 
Company has hitherto been a close corporation with not a share of Mock owned 

■ ' by its founders and present exclusive owners; (3) the prolits from the un- 
lilled orders now on the books are suflicient to pay a 6 per cent dividend on the en- 
tire Preferred Stock and a substantial dividend on the Common Stock; (4) not 

cent in dividends can be paid to the present owners, represented by the Common 
Stock, until the full dividend of 6 per cent per annum, payable quarterly, has been 
paiil on all the Preferred Stock; (5) after the payment of the 6 per cent dividend- on 
the I'naJVrrod and Common Stock, additional earnings will be divided equally, share 
and fchare alike. 

This stock will he sold in large or small blocks to the LARGK or SM MI. 
INVESTOR 

Th* "Boom Id— I," showing how the saving of space Mar- 

shall & Stearns patents, m.iihd FREE upon request 

For further information, write or call at the I^os Angeles office. 



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FISCAL 
AGENTS 



Marshall & Stearns Co. (**i 

436-444 So. Broadway, Los Angolos, Oat. 



NO 
FISCAL 
AGENTS 



SAM FRAMCISCO. 004 Eddy Slrmml SEATTLE, 507-0 Bmllmy Building 

t'mirr. A4~.it., Iai Ang*U% 

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Insure Your Life 

and you will feel a better man than before. You can look 
the world in the face knowing that whatever may happen, 
your home — your wife— your family — will be cared for. 

When you are insured — if you have capital and want to 
invest it in your business, you can do it with the assurance 
that there will be the Life Insurance money left to your 
family, if you should not live. 

When you see a Prudential agent, hear his story, sign 
the application and thus 

Demonstrate to Your Family That 
Your Love for Them Is Sincere 

The Prudentiai issues desirable plans of Life Insurance to suit every income. 



Write to-day for information showing what One Dollar 
a week invested in Life Insurance will do. Dept. 23 



THE PRUDENTIAL 

Insurance Company of America 

Incorporated a* a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey 

JOHN F. DRYDEN, President Home Office: NEWARK, N. J. 



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Contents for July, 1907 



THE 



a glrl or the west 

! uid Photographed by F II Klser 
THE HOD OH THE PACIFIC COAST 

lllu-i 
THE OLD TRAILER < Vers.- > ... 
CARMELITA I Story I 

Drawing by Maynard Dixon. 

DESERTER I Write) .... 

HERMIT Or SAH HICHOLAB 

Illustrated from Photographs 1>> J C Mrewster 

STAOE AHS THE PULPIT 
THE UNDOMESTICATED INDIAN 

He; ■ In Color of Seven Photographs by 

WATERLOO Or XZHO JEDEDIAH I (StOrj ' 

CUP IN SOULS < Story) .... 
• rae) ...... 

SETTLER, i 'hapten XVI-XIX 
AS PHILOSOPHER UNTO PHILOSOPHER 'Story) 
SOME VIEWS OP THE CLACKAMAS RIVER 

Reproductions In Color of Sevan 1'! "tographs by 
AH IDYLL Or THE TROUT STREAMS 

Illii-tnited by Photographs by the Author. 
A DAT WITH A VOLCANO .... 

llhiMiuted from Photographs. 
OUT-Or-DOORS IN CALIFORNIA 

Illustrated by the Graham Photo Co. 

TO PROTEA | \Vrse) 

STAOE AFFAIRS IN HEW YORK 
MOTOR BOATING OH PUQET SOUND 

Illustrated from Photographs. 

A DEFENSE Or STYLE 

A SUMMER PLAYOROUND Or AMERICA 

Illustrated from Photographs. 
WHAT IRRIGATION IS DOIHO FOR SPOKANE 
THE MEDITERRANEAN Or NORTH AMERICA 
THE LOS AHOELES SAVINGS BANKS 



Co\. i 



Charles P. Holder 

Charles B. Clark, Jr. 
James Hopi*r 

Mary Madison Lee 
w. A. Tenney 

William Winter 



Mrs. Fanny Van Duyn. 

John Fleming Wilson 
Robert Whltak.r 
Ralph 1- Harmon 
Herman Whllaker 
Elisabeth Vore 

Kreytag. 

Jules Vergne des Voignes 

Arthur Mulrheud Burns 

Oeorge Wharton James 

Porter Oarnett 
William Winter 
Daniel U Pratt 

Porter Oarnett 
Frank Carleton Teck 

Fred Lockley 
.' I! Ysndell 



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foreign, 1X00 a year In adranrr. Subscribers should remit to as la P. O. or express monr> 

orders, or In bank checks, drafta or rcglalcrcd letters. 
CHAN0E8 OP ADDRESS: When a chance of addresa la ordered, hotb tbe sew and tbe old ad.lr.-~ 

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THE PACIFIC M0NTHLY—ADVEKT1SING SECTION 



EDUCATE YOUR 
DAUGHTER 

AT 

ST. MARY'S 

ACADEMY 

AND COLLEGE 
PORTLAND 
OREGON 




HER future success as a cultured, true hearted woman of the 
highest intelligence and usefulness depends on her edu- 
cation and environment during these early impressionable years. 

St. Mary's Academy and College now in its 49th year, offers every pos- 
sible advantage; the very best mental, moral and physical development, ideal 
home life, refined associates, the highest grade training [in music and art, 
a splendidly equipped gymnasium — basket ball and tennis — a magnificent 
campus, and every opportunity for laudable enjoyment in the way of daily 
walks, excursions to nearby parks, and trips to the seashore ; also, with 
the parents' consent, the best singers and musicians are heard, and 
libraries and art museums visited. In short, students receive, care- 
fully chaperoned, every advantage of life in a metropolitan city. 

St. Mary' s has a national reputation ; its students come 
from many states including Wisconsin, Montana, 
Nebraska, Idaho, Alaska and Oregon. There are the 
two distinct departments — academic and collegiate- 
each equipment for the most thorough work. Both 
day and resident students are received, 440 
having been enrolled the past year— chiefly 
young ladies. — Term opens in Sep- 
tember; write at once for booklet y^/^* 
giving further information. 




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EDUCATIONAL 



EDUCATIONAL 



EMERSON College of Oratory 

WU. J. IOUI. t. M., LIIL B., h nH i l t 

The largest eeuool of Oratory, IJteratnre 

and Pedagogy <» America. Ilalmatode- 

eeiop In Um student a knowledge of his 

empower* In expression, whether aa 

a .-rraiivethinkrr or a-i Interpreter. A 

m beautiful new bonding. Svauucf ete- 

lt*t eiuns. liraduatcear* agoctat to teach 

^f nralory. Physical Collar*, Dramatic 

h Art, Literature. Pedagogy* TTth year 

' open* Tuesday, Kept. mitt. Address 

"IlKMtY 1 VV. Kl >< t -Mil I II WICK lie.* 
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Abbot Academy A & d .°.Y. r ' 

111! I. mitl, rrinapjl. TTtkt'sr. (.redualr. rtcrtii e sn<] college 
reaaratory coene*. Crnincitr admits to Smith, Vucar. Weilcsicy. Ml 
illliita Pie* gess**ts, raodcra bu:Muig». Crmnuam. Tennis, 
Hhal hell. I..II. Address \i.i...i Aradeiiiy. 



Edgeworlh Boarding and Day School 

For Girls »»■ •>•'►■ *s»* ■■«■■• asrrauesa ... .**> 



122 l 



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Mini. I>. HINTLKY I 

1 24 W. f ranllin Street. ■ 



Ptincipala 



JiAaaACHi-aima, Box J, Wnt Newton. 

Allen School 

A school for whnlraome boye. College preparation. Orrtifl- 
ca'.r* given. Small Junior Department, Athletic Director. 
Illoatraled catalogue Qeacr ibea ape clal feature*. 

Our students are 
employed by the 
Covermnent. Good salaries paid to those 
appointed. J.et us train you for an examin- 
ation. Tuition low, information free. Write 

PACIFIC STATES SCHOOLS 

MCKAY BUILDING. PORTLAND. OREGON 



YOUNG MEN 



HILL 



MILITARY 
ACADEMY 



A Hoardi n g and Day School for Buy*. **■***! Training. 
Military Discipline. College Prryarsrlon. Boys of aay age ad- 
mmed at ur time. Write lor llluaraled Caralognr. 

Dr. J. W. HILL, Proprietor and Principal 
PORTLAND, OREGON 




Walker 

inessCollcde 
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Safeguard Your Future 

By Business Preparation 

In the Bchnkr- Walker Buaineaa College. We are In 
cloec touch with all the important North wrat buaineaa 
houaea, and place our atudentain good poaitiona when 
competent. This isthedcaring house for busincae men. 
Enroll for day or evening claaaea,— achool open the 
year round. Send for handsomely illustrated catalog 

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PACIFIC 

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School ^otnmercuU. K. R. and Press Work. Poamoaa. tta year. 
417 \V. Fifth Street. Log Angeles, California. 



J? O Tt T L JL IS I> J±. O Jk. r> E in y 

The nineteenth year opena September 16. 1907. 

The Academy proper fits boy* and girls for Kaatera and Western college. 

A primary and graramcr school receives boys and girls as early aa the age of 6, and fits them for the 
Academy. 

A gymnasium in charge of a skilled director. Track and field alheletica. 

The Academy haa a boarding hall for girls, well appointed and under excellent care and supervision. 

For catalogue or further information addreaa PORTLAND ACADEMY, PORTLAND, OREGON 



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DURING VACATION MONTHS 

WK HAVK an exceptionally attractive proposition 
to offer to those young men and women who desire 
employment during the vacation months. 1 It is a 
strictly high grade proposition. 1 We want live represen- 
tatives in every section of the U. S. 1 The time to make 
your contract is now, before the best territory is taken. 

1 Our representatives make money; the lowest average 

is $5.00 per day, the highest $12.50. 1 "It's up to 
you" as to what your mark will be. 1 Write today, 
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ATLANTIC CITY 

TKe Wiltshire 

Ocean End or V lrgima Ave. 




Convenient to all Piers, Attractions, Amusements 
and Bathing Grounds. 
The Cuisine is Unsurpassed. 
Wide Porches, Large Public Rooms, Ladies* Writ- 
ing Room, Ladies' Parlor. New 
Cafe, Barber Shop. 
AN UP-TO-DATE HOTEL. 
Local and Long-Distance Telephone in Rooms. 
American and European Flan. 
Our Motto — " Service and Comfort." 
Send for Booklet and Rates 

S. S. PHOEBUS, Prop. 



HOTEL 
MARTINIQUE 

Broadway, 32nd and 33rd Sts. 



TNDER the same management 
**J as the famous Hotel St. Denis. 
The same prompt, quiet service, 
and the same splendid cooking that 
have made the "St. Denis" famous 
among the older of New York 
Hotels can now be obtained at the 
magnificent new Hotel Martinique. 

HEasy walking distance of theatres 
and the up-town shops. Convenient 
toallferries and every railway station 

WE TAYLOR & SON 

PROPRIETORS 



PITTSBURG, PCNN. 

HOTEL SCHENLEY 

Surrounded by three acres of lawn and gardens, 
away from the noise and smoke. 
Absolutely Fireproof 




The Leading Hotel in Pittsburg 

Opposite the Six Million Dollar Carnegie Insti- 
tute and Library, also the Carnegie Technical 
Schools. Wire or write and Automobile will meet 
you at Union Station and take you to Hotel in 
ten minutes. The most attractive Hotel in Penn- 
sylvania. Send for Booklet 

JAMES RILEY, 

Proprietor and Manager- 



THE NEW KENMORE 

Albany, N. Y. 




Strictly Flee Safe 

ONE OF THE BEST HOTELS IN THE CITY 

EUROPEAN PLAN 

$30,000 SPENT IN IMPROVEMENTS 

SI-GO and upwards. 100 Booms and Bath. 175 Rooms 
with Hot and Cold Running Water. Special attention 

C' \ to Tourists. Long Distance Telephone in every 
m. Ouisine and Service Unexcelled. Five minutes' 
walk to Onpitol Building and all Theaters. Two 
minutes from Union Depot. 

BUSSES MEET ALL TRAINS AND BOATS 



OAKS 
J. A, 



HOTEL CO. 
OAKS, Prop. 



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THE 



HOTEL LANKERSMIM 

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 



roruLAi 

PIKtS 

j 6 

Pn.jtf Mk 




EVERY ROOM AN OUTSIDE ONE 

COOPER & DAVIS 

I.KSSKI S 

CORNER SEVINTH STREET AND BROADWAY 



The PORTLAND 

M. C. BOWERS. Manager 

The Leading Hotel of the 
Pacific Coast 



European Plan Only • Rooms 
$1.00 per Day and Upwards 
Handsome Restaurant — Music 
Every Evening 8.00 to 12.00 



Headquarters for Tourists and 
Commercial Travelers 

PORTLAND, ORE. 




Americas Most Beautiful Resort 



ALL 



GOLF OUTDOOR AMUSEMENTS BOATING 

TENNIS 4 FISHING 

Thousand .^land Ho^f& Alexandria Bay, N.Y 

onthest.l|.v^rence river. 




M0^N*JIU« J" J 1 » y- 3 * 1 ' £'_ WtSSILllL.|yJO-ST 

APPOINTMENT ^"*™>* booklets and rates PICTURESQUE 

O.G. STAPLES Proprietor 

RIGGS HOUSE! WASHINGTON D.C. O.G. STAPLES PROP. 



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The August Pacific Monthly 



Every now and then a person likes to go 
somewhere for dinner and leave the menu to 
the chef. It is a great relief at times not to 
know what you are to have to eat, just so there 
is assurance that all will be well-dressed, well- 
cooked and well-served. 

The Editors have prepared a great variety 
of excellent dishes for the epicure who likes to 
dine at The Pacific Monthly table. We shall 
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The Girl (to herself, putting her hand to the wateh at her hell, but withdrawing it 
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be that hour? (He listens for the conductor's answer.) 

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wrong and it is that time. But I dare n't look! 

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The Girl — Jim! 

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Vol. XVIII 



Jl'LY, l'.)()7 



No. 1 



The Rod on the Pacific Coast 

By Charles F. Holder 

Author of "The Log of a Sea Angler," "Life in the Open," etc. 



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,T has become somewhat of a 
by-word, especially in the 
bit, thai California or the 
Pacific Slope claims all the 
big things of the continent, 
and investigation will show 
that then is bohm juatilhulii n for the asser- 
tkm; the most Iw ulifiil aaanery, the highest 
mniinlains. the lajrg— ( trees, most extensive 
parks, fruits and flowers of extraordinary 
mould; and last, and bj no means least in 
the estimation of the angler, the came lishes 
of the adjacent waters are of seemini:! 
loasal size and found in e u T i e ep ond'ngrj 
numbers. This is true more or less from 
S;iii 1 >!«>■_'< i tn Victoria, the entire coast line 
himlllin big gSBM fishes of some kind from 
l"\vtail to the bit; salmon which tills 
the Columbia and other streams, affording 
spurt with the BpoOD and rod. 

In Southern California, or from San Diego 

to Monterey, the big fish angling ia at its 

•id. when narrowed down to the very 

heat, is confined to the region south of Point 

Conception, ns here are found habitually a 



variety of large fishes more or less peculiar, 
as the black sea bass, yellowtail, tuna and 
albacore. 

The shores of the Pacific are in the south 
mainly sandy beaches, as Coronado. Santa 
Monica. Long Beach, liedondo and others, 
upon which the sea rolls in heavily and with 
endless roar. These condition! do not favor 
the approach of large fishes as the tuna. 
albacore, yellowtail and others, hence the best 
lairing is usually found where rocks are in 
evidence, or offshore. Thus the Coronado 
Islands are famous fishing grounds and fur- 
ther north a hundred miles we come to the 
islands of San Clemente and Santa Catalina, 
the former tiovernment land, and both 
affording, without any reservation, the finest 
sea angling known. 

Vou may catch yellowtail and other fishes 
off San Diego or Bedondo and Portu 
Bend from launches, but you are opposed to 
the prevailing wind and often, though not 
always, in a sea which is a d e ci ded detriment 
to successful light-tackle rod fishing; but at 
the two islands mentioned the angler has the 



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Along the Fishing Grounds, Santa Catalina. 



perfect conditions which have made tuna 
fishing with a light rod possible. These loca- 
tions seem to have been designed by nature to 
afford the very best facilities. The islands 
lie northwest and southeast ; their greatest 
length opposed to the prevailing winds, thus 
giving what is practically from ten to twenty 
miles of perfectly smooth water, which is in- 
dispensable for real rod fishing. 

Santa Catalina is about twenty-two miles 
long and San Clemente a little less. They 
are mountain ranges at sea; the many 
canons as they reach down forming the only 
harbors or coves ; and along shore, not twenty 
or more feet from it, the angler finds water 
as clear and smooth as some inland lake, 
where he can play the largest fish with ease 
and comfort. 

This is to a certain sense true of the islands 
off Santa Barbara, but conditions are not so 
good as at t he places mentioned or at Santa 
Catalina, as at the latter there is a town of 



5,000 or 6,000 people, three daily boats in 
Summer and a boatman contingent of one 
hundred or more skilled men with boats de- 
signed for the purpose, the result of experi- 
ence among the big fishes. At Monterey Bay 
and at Santa Cruz very similar conditions 
prevail, but the former places mentioned are 
ideal for the fishes taken there on account of 
the perfectly smooth water. 

The season in Southern California begins 
in April, sometimes earlier, when the first 
run of yellowtail is expected; though I have 
taken them every month in the year; this fish 
weighs from fifteen to forty pounds and is 
a type of all that is gamey and hard-fighting. 

The yellowtail comes in myriads, it is the 
game-fish of the people, a hard-fighting 
swash-buckler of the sea, that requires no 
skill to take on a hard line, but upon the 
nine-ounce rod of the Light Tackle Club the 
fish becomes a game indeed, well calculated 
to demoralize the tyro, often giving him the 



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Th* Author, Charle, F Holder. Bringing a Big Fi»h to Uaff. Captain Harry Dot, Gaffer. 



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Avalon From the Top of Sugar Loaf. 



fight of his life. I have seen a thirty-pound 
yellowtail jerk a full-grown man from a 
dock, and once saw a woman weighing at 
least 200 pounds brace back screaming at 
the top of her voice ; the yellowtail line was 
fast about her waist and a big fish was threat- 
ening to haul her over. 

Fishing in Southern Cal : fornia is a delight- 
ful diversion. We may imagine ourselves 
starting out some Summer morning in May; 
the sea is perfectly calm, and one by one 
the boats are stealing out of the little bay of 
Avalon, heading south for seal rocks. The 
boat is a launch sixteen or twenty feet long, 
with a six or eight-horsepower engine amid- 
ships, and two comfortable seats for you 
and your companion facing the stern, the 
boatman behind you acting as gaffer and en- 
gineer. Once in the open water, near the en- 
circling kelp beds, you unreel about fifty feet 
and with the sardine baited rods to right and 
left the launch moves slowly along. 

If you fail in the fishing, the v'ew is de- 
lightful, the air is soft and balmy, the lofty 
stone cliffs sublime, but you are not to fail, 
as suddenly z-e-e-e-e goes the reel. Some re- 
markable force jerks down the rod, tears off 
the line, and has 100 feet of it before you 
come to and press the thumb upon the leather 
brake, and then comes a series, a volley of 



plunges, down, down, down, z-e-e-e-e, pecul- 
iar to the yellowtail, taking fifty feet more. 
And then you stop him, and, seizing the reel 
handle, begin to reel and then to pump, an 
operation accomplished by lowering the rod 
tip to the surface, lifting three feet, then 
dropping rapidly and reeling quickly as you 
drop, thus making eight or ten feet of line; 
in this way sulking yellowtails must be lifted. 

Up he comes, and after awhile you see a 
glistening silver spot against the vivid blue 
far below, the fish resplendent in tints of 
silver, gold and green is swimming around 
in a great circle, head down, bearing against 
the line with all its force, coming slowly up, 
until you have it at the surface, when it 
breaks away with irresistible runs, snatching 
the rod down to the water, gaining all you 
have made, and so the moments slip away 
until twenty are gone and you have the splen- 
did creature at the quarter, a vision of 
beauty, glistening, scintillating; then the 
gaffer seizes his steel, drops the hook beneath 
the white throat and with a jerk impales it. 
and in a cloud of spume tossed into the a'r 
by the fish, hauls it in. 

Your companion is also in the toils, but 
the play is entirely different, on the surface 
and away, stealing line, tearing it from the 
rebellious reel, making a vigorous resistance, 



tiik rod ON Till-: PACIFIC COAST. 



it breaks water 200 feet away, swings 
md and makes a splendid circle, the 
angler taking advantage of the move and 
i-i-.-lniLT for liis life, the big multiplier eating 
up tin- line, brings in the game, until it is 
seen racing along over the smooth sea, a 
radiant. Ug eyed creature that soon comes 
;itT. an.l proves to be an oceanic bonito 
that tips tin- scale at ten pounds, a lusty 

fellow that « les in with due protest. We 

have run into a school of bonitos of two 

kinds, the MOD i Summer fish of the 

waters— the so-called Skip Jack plays on 
the tight rod and line like the oceanic form 
on the surface, and comes in a sparkling 
i iridescent peaeock of the sea, a blaze of 
dazzling colors. 

\V. bait again and are soon speeding 
■long the edge of the kelp, the launch hav- 
ing SOBM to a standstill at the galling. There 
m ...asional strikes of rock bass, an at- 
tractive tish having a close resemblance to 
the ordinary blnck bass of fresh water, but 
it is now a nuisance and the several catches 
up to rive or six pounds do not count. 

The end of the island is the line of de- 
markation between perfect calm and a fresh 
west wind, and rounding it the loud bark of 
sea lions is heard, and the rookery is in 
sight, covered by the big glistening creatures. 
Then z-e-e-e-e goes the shrill alarm of the 
reel, the boatman seizes his lever, throws off 
the power and the rod is bending, leaping as 
though a living thing. Another yellowtailt 
Hut the gaffer watching the line shakes his 
head. There is other game, but it is too 
near inshore for albacore or sword fish, and 
may he a white sea bass. There is certainly 
a change in the style of playing. There are 
no volleys or rushes downward, but a ter- 
rific strain, occasionally a rush off, if not 
on the surface, very near it. indicating a 
large flsh of some kind, a stubborn resister. 
Slowly you make line, reeling inch by inch. 
now giving a foot or twenty, when the fish 
rut i.l.lenly the boatman seizes his 

gafT, and a huge grey-colored tish. seemingly 
long and slender, rushes into the 1 ne of 
vision and makes a splendid circle of the 
boat while you start to your feet excited by 
the spectacle. 

"White sea bass and a rouser." cries the 
gaffer, lingering his weapon. "Sixty pound- 
ire, sir." 
11. w all this makes the blood tingle in 




A Big Yelloictail, Weighing 19 H I'oundt, Caught 
b v Mr. C. ft. Duffy. 

your veins! It is the supreme moment, just 

the gaff, the big fish coming ID 
and nearer, and as you sweep the rod to the 
left an.l round him up. the gaffer lifts quick 
ly. surely, and holds up the splendid game, a 
fifty-pound Kastern weak tish. known here 
as the white sea bass, a gorge. .us fellow. 
i|uivering with hlaz.ing colors of the tonnna 
line, altogether too gorgeous to kill. 1 
splendid lishes (ogMMfe») often sail ma- 
jestically into the little canon ha\« ..I Santa 
Catalan and lie there for days, affording 
sport of a remarkable character. 

I have taken Ave or six averaging fifty 
pounds in three or four hours, and others 
equally large, with the nine, eighteen and 
twenty one thread lines as experiments. I 
have drifted over the kelp beds in a glass- 

Ix.t i boat, looking down upon a school of 

scores of these fishes of large size, all OUt 
four feet in length, an exhilarating spectacle 
to the angler. Hut the most extraordinary 
view of these fishes I have ever had was in 
August in Monterey Bay at Capitate, an 
attractive little town at the mouth of the 
Soquel River, which reaches away up into 
the Santa Cruz range. A number of Italian 
tishennen make their headquarters there and 
set nets alongshore, and in the morning they 



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Typical Aval 



Boat Used in Tuna-Fishing. 



come in loaded deep with white sea bass, or 
sea trout as they call them, ranging from 
thirty to nearly one hundred pounds. 

I found it almost impossible to hook sal- 
mon in these waters at times, as the white 
sea bass were so numerous that they seized 
the bait first, and for once in my life I did 
not want to catch them, but could not help 
it. One complacent fellow I remember was 
poised in the center of a school of anchovies 
which formed a perfect ring about him four 
or five feet across, a gorged monarch of all 
he surveyed. 

One of the charms of angling in Southern 
California lies in the varied catch. It is the 
unexpected which is always happening, and 
two or three years ago a totally new fish 
came in, which has in the months of August, 
September and October afforded anglers a 
vast amount of novel sport. The fish was a 
small edition of the tuna in appearance, 
ranging in weight from forty to eighty 
pounds and averaging fifty. I have been 
familiar with the fishes of the Southern Cali- 
fornia islands for twenty years and know 



boatmen who have fished there for forty, and 
this fish, which was the Japanese Hirenaga, 
was never seen there before. 

It resembled a typical tuna, all but the 
side fins, which approximated those of the 
albacore, but were not so long; and the fin- 
lets, instead of being a pale yellow, were of a 
vivid lemon yellow hue. The upper portion 
of the fish was green, the lower blazing sil- 
ver, altogether an attractive fish. Th'S tuna, 
as the boatmen call it, really a species of 
albacore, has none of the appearance or fight- 
ing characteristics of the latter, and is a 
game fish in every sense. 

It appeared to lie deeper than all the rest, 
but to be in the same great school with them. 
and when large numbers were present — 
albacores, tunas and bonitos — it required 
some skill to hook them before the lesser of 
the rapacious throng carried off the lure. 
Some anglers found it convenient to take 
them by luring them about the boat with 
"chum," the new fish rising suddenly out of 
t lie deep blue water to seize the bait if the 
attentions of the other fishes could be eluded. 



Tin: hod on Tin: pacific i OASl 



The liirenaga plays entirely differently from 
any of its kin or allies. Sometimes it sounds, 
like the king of the tunas, but according to 
Mr. L P. Streeter, the well known expert 
sea angler, this fish almost invariably, in 
some period of the battle, rushes nwn n 
the surface after the fashion of some of the 
bonitos, affording tine sport, as even with the 
mighty tau pumping becomes wearisome. 

The liirenaga, when it strikes, often 

plunges to the bottom, taking 300 or 400 

feet of the line, and often breaking it in a 

lions manner near the hook; again, 

when well hooked, it will rise to the mrfaM 




Haul 



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and race away, when, according to Mr. 
Streeter. the best method is to put on full 
speed and send the launch after it. a chase 
often of several hours ensuing before the 
hard fighter is b rough t to gaff with the deli- 
cate thread-like line used, known as nuinlK>r 
nine. Vast numbers of these beautiful fishes 
were taken in 1904-6-6, and anglers are an- 
ticipating a royal season with them in the 
Fall of this year. 

The tuna is one of the most interesting 
of all game fishes, and s nee attention, in 
1887, was called to it by me and my capture 
of the first very large tuna, in 1S99 (183 




Bonlto. 

pounds), interest has not lagged. I have 
found great masses of tuna bones in the In- 
dian mounds of Santa Catalina Islands, dat- 
ing back, possibly, a thousand years, and the 
tuna is found in almost even- part of the 
world, known in Norway as the thun fish, at 
Cape Cod as the horse mackerel, at New- 
foundland as the albacore, in the Mediter- 
ranean as tunno. The French know it as 
\e than and the Germans as der thun Fitch. 
It is very emit V. Boom years it appears on 
all these coasts in vast numbers, then it will 
almost disappear for a few years, to reap- 
pear again, playing havoc with small fry 
all along shore. 

A very singular feature bearing upon these 
fishes is, that nowhere in the world except 
on the coast of California at Santa Catalina 
have anglers succeeded in taking the leaping 
tuna with rod and reel. This is not on ac- 
count of lack of attempts, or the lack of 
tunas elsewhere, as the big game is found in 
many seas. 

One of the greatest of English sea anglers, 
Mr. F. Q. Aflalo, author of numerous books 
on angling, gave me an interesting account 
of his attempt to take the fish with rod at 
the Madeira Islands, an ex|iensive trip result 
bog in failure. I have repeatedly, at 
request, given Nova Scotia and Newfound- 
land anglers data regarding our Pacific Coast 
tuna and the methods of procedure followed 




Japan ft Mbarnrr. the Sew flame Fl*h In 

Southern California. Five Hundred Were 

Caught With Rod and l.iie In 1»0«. 



THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




Street in Angling City of Avalon. 



on this coast, and have been assured that the 
fish were there. Anglers have repeatedly at- 
tempted to take them in the Mediterranean, 
but everywhere failure has been the result. 
At Madeira Mr. Aflalo found the sea too 
heavy. In the Mediterranean the tunas would 
not bite, although they were there in thou- 
sands. On the North Atlantic and around 
Cape Cod the fishes run up to 1,000 pounds, 
and a Canadian angler wrote me that it was 
dangerous work even with a handline. Men 
had been jerked overboard and killed by them ; 
indeed, in every location where the gigantic 
fishs have been habitually seen there is some 
fatal obstacle to their capture with rod and 
reel, and a number twenty-one line, and to 
date a tuna over 100 pounds has never been 
caught with rod and reel outside of the waters 
of California. 

I have fished for the large ones off 
Oganquit, on the Maine coast, and although 
my boatman told me he had seen "a 900- 
pound tuna take a dogfish from a boy's 
hand," I did not succeed in getting a strike. 
I also investigated the prospects at Province- 
town in 1905, but the fish were too large and 
uncertain, and 1 concluded that while a stray 
tuna may be picked up with a rod and 
twenty-one-thread line in some part of the 
world, it will never take on the importance 
of a full fledged sport. 



The reason why Santa Catalina has a mo- 
nopoly of the sport is, that the majority of 
the tunas seen here are just the right size, 
ranging from seventy to 300 pounds, 250 
pounds being the rod record of Colonel C. P. 
Morehouse. Again, the configuration of the 
island having a length of twenty-two miles 
running northwest and southeast is such that 
it forms a perfect lee thirty miles out at sea. 

The tuna is a sea rover, a fish rarely, at 
least on this coast, approaching the mainland 
shores or beaches, but the island of Santa 
Catalina is twenty or more miles out in the 
Pacific, a mountain range rising out of water 
that not far away is a mile deep, hence is a 
favorable spot for wandering fishes, as the 
albacore, oceanic bonito and others. They 
come to its shores or vicinity to either spawn 
or follow their prey, the flying fish, the big 
tunas chasing them into the open but smooth 
bays between Avalon and Long Point; and 
here in a range of but four miles of shore 
almost all the tuna fishing has been done, 
and a series of battles conducted which have 
aroused the attention of the anglers of the 
world, and of laymen, too, so graphic and 
sensational were they, and if the mere inci- 
dents of these various contests could be col- 
lected, it would make one of the most re- 
markable stories of angling ever told, com- 
parable only to the contests between men 



T1IK 1,'uli ON THE PACIFIC COA81 




Hmnttnp a Bio Ban* In Br Photographed at Santa fntnltna. 



and the big game of land, Indeed, if com- 
porinwi were not od i on s, I should toy that 

tiger-hunting and tnk ng I big tuna with n 
rod anil reel were spurts in t lie same elans, 
yet I once related to a friend, who hnd shot 
in India from the safe hack of a tall 
elephant, my experience in playing a 
183-pound tuna for four hours without a mo- 
ment** cessation, ami he decided that he had 
the best of it. as for five hours he sat in the 
liowclah smoking cigars and being fanned by 
an attendant while wailing for the tiger to 
be lira ten up. and then shot the animal as 
it ran across a clearing thirty yards away. 



Such an ex|>erience is a species of ely-ium 
compared to the pitched battles the anglers 
who have tr'cd conclusions with the leaping 
tunas can tell, of tight from start to finish. 
which had no let-up, and was continued for 
'i"iii>. tights which laid many strong men 
low. battles in which the fish sometimes wore 
out several men. at the end of which the 
tuna was as fresh as ever, to all intent 
purposes. 

I have killed with rod line or grains almost 
even- large fish — the big ray twelve feet 
across, saw fish, black grouper. Itahamian 
barracouda. tarjx'n n Texas and Florida. 



10 



THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




Albacore Caught With Rod and Line at Santa 
Catalina. 



Florida jew-fish, black sea bass, sword fish, 
and almost all kinds of sharks from the ham- 
mer head to the great grouper shark of Cali- 
fornia, but for hard fighting and persistency 
I award the palm to the big leaping tuna at 
his best, not the tuna exhausted during the 
spawning season or debilitated from various 
causes, but the sturdy well-conditioned nor- 
mal fish. 

To illustrate the power and vitality of this 
game, I may be pardoned for introducing my 
own experience. I first observed tuna of 
what I assumed to be a catchable size with 
the rod in 1886 at Santa Catalina Island, 
and I went on record in the Cosmopolitan 
Magazine as stating that they could be 
caught; but it was not until 1898 that I took 
the first very large one, a fish weighing 183 
pounds, and which I believed at the time to 
be very near the limit of angling possibilities. 

At this time, 1899, and for many years 
previous, the large tunas were seen yearly 
about the islands in vast schools, and anglers, 
having caught the infection, were flocking to 
the grounds, even coming from Europe to try 
conclusions with a seemingly impossible game, 
as the regulations of the Tuna Club only 
allowed a twenty-four line and the twenty- 
one was invariably used, and I have taken 
tunas with a number eighteen. 

Mr. Heverin of New York was my fellow- 
angler, the boatman was "Jim" Gardner of 
Avalon. Gardner's boat was a wide-beamed 
yawl and we sat side by side on a board, with 
rods to port and starboard. It was a beau- 
tiful morning when we pushed out of Avalon 
Bay, and as we paid out the big flying fish I 



knew that I might have a strike at any mo- 
ment, as the morning before the tunas had 
surrounded us as we left the bay and sent the 
flying fishes over us in schools. 

We had reached the outer point of the bay 
and the sun was just breaking through a 
bank of crimson clouds when I saw two 
mimic waves racing up astern, then two reels 
screamed z-e-e-e. My companion groaned, 
and I alone was in the toils of the tuna. They 
had taken both baits, and Mr. Heverin's line 
had doubtless been cut by the dorsal fin of 
my fish, so he retired from the contest, went 
aboard the consort, a big launch, and watched 
the biggest game fish, up to that time ever 
caught, play with me. At the first run the 
tuna had taken 300 or 400 feet of line, taken 
it so quickly that I could no more than play 
with the leather brake, and 100 feet more 
went after it. All this time my boatman 
was backing water as fast as he could to get 
sternway on the boat, ready for the vital mo- 
ment when the strain came on the line. The 
tuna took 550 feet before I felt that I had 
stopped him, and he was far down the deep 
blue channel when I saw that he was towing 
the heavy boat by a mere thread, one of the 
real marvels in sea angling. 

This fish towed us a mile out to sea, then 
a mile in, then four miles up the coast to 
near Long Point, then a mile inshore, so 
near the kelp that I feared the end would 
come, and all the time I was pumping, lift- 
ing, reeling, stopping tremendous thefts of 
fifty or one hundred feet, which I had gained 
only after the greatest d'fflculty, and when 
near shore it suddenly seemed to go mad, 
running around at the surface, then suddenly 
starting south, and, it should be remembered 
that all this time my boatman was rowing 
against the fish, trying to wear it out in 
fruitless efforts. 

Three hours passed in this way without a 
moment's respite, and I began to feel numb 
all over. I had, many years before, been 
well hardened by fencing, broadsword, foot- 
ball, single sculls, and other lusty sports, and 
I had put in some strenuous times behind 
racing game which I had speared in Florida, 
but this was different. I was holding the 
rod on my left side every second, the strain 
never letting up, and the unseen steed towing 
the heavy boat by my arm and the thread 
that would break at the slightest overstrain. 
I knew that my line would stand a dead 




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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



weight of forty-two pounds, and the angling 
proposition was to avoid the over-pressure, 
but how? 

The frantic lunges of the fish were demor- 
alizing, and now it began a series of actions 
I had never seen or heard of in any tuna, 
which convinces me that this fish was one of 
the hardest fighters ever taken. It would 
dash away, taking my hard reeled l'ne by 
yards until there was little left, then rise to 
the surface and come at me as straight as 
an arrow, its big dorsal cutting the water, 
sending a wave ahead, a sensational spec- 
tacle that brought me to my feet to watch it 
while I reeled for my life in the attempt to 
take up the line it was making for me. 
When it reached within ten or fifteen feet of 
the boat it turned and dashed away with a 
velocity that made the reel hum and groan, to 
bore down into the deep channel and ham- 
mer on the line. This peculiar movement, 
of a nerve-racking nature, the fish repeated 
several times, and then, as I turned it, the 
tuna headed for the south and towed me four 
miles, reaching at the end of four hours of 



constant fighting with reel, rod and oars, the 
almost identical position at which it was 
hooked, having in the meantime towed the 
boat four miles up the coast and four miles 
down, and several more in and out; in all, 
ten or twelve miles, and there, at the entrance 
to the little Bay of Avalon, in the presence 
of a launch load of spectators, who had been 
following the fish, I brought the game to 
gaff, almost on the verge of a collapse, due 
to the extraordinary physical and nervous 
strain, as there was constant fear that the 
thread-like line would chafe off at the swivel. 
As I brought the splendid fish to the 
quarter after a heart-breaking spurt, Gardner 
gaffed it. The tuna, which we now saw was 
a monster, gave a conclusive leap and shiv- 
ered the big gaff and ga'ned fifty feet of line 
before I could stop it again. I reeled it in, 
and once more Gardner gaffed it, and, step- 
ping on the side of the boat to bring the rail 
down to the water's edge we held her while he 
cleverly slid the big fish in. We raised a cheer 
as the biggest tuna ever taken leaped about, 
threatening to hammer the boat to pieces. 



The Old Trailer 

By Charles B. Clark, Jr. 



Far across the sunny ranges, 

Up the foothills, through the pass, 
Winds the trail we used to travel, 

Rainwashed, now, and dim with grass. 
It is hard to trace, old pardner; 

Only we know where it lies — 
We that learned its lonely reaches 

With the sunset in our eyes. 

You can trace it down the ridges 

And along the canon rim. 
But a steel bridge leaps the river 

Where our horses used to swim. 
Our old lord i.-. full of quicksand, 

And the old, blazed trees are down: 
Gone to feed the hungry engines 

In some smoky minin' town. 

Do you mind that stretch of prairie 

Where we fought the reds away? 
Hi! old pard. do you remember 

How the bullets hummed that day? 
Now it 's farms and green alfalfa 

'Stead of open, grassy plain. 
And our wild, old trail is sobered 

To a sleepy, country lane. 

Further on you 'd hardly know it. 

All the old landmarks an- changed; 
There are gardens, now. and orchards 

Where OUT saddle horses ranged ; 
And the trail is cut to pieces, 

Crossed with road and fence and lawn. 
Till at last you eMM to asphalt. 

And the dim. old track is gone. 

Gone — the years fly on, old pardner, 

And the last, taint wheeltracks fade: 
We are scattered like the ashes 

Of the camplires that we made. 
Our old trail is nigh fotgottaa; 

Fields are green and cities rise 
Where we camped and fought and journeyed 

With the sunset in our eyes. 




He Had Brought Him to the Woman That Loved Him at the End of His Rawhide Rope" — See 

page 21. 



Carmelita 



By James Hopper 

Author of "Caybigan," etc. 




- inday out of every live 
or six, the priest of Monte- 
comes to Cannel and 
celebrates the mass. It is a 
psMaing thing to see. Sud- 
denly the old mission palpi- 
tates with a ghost of the life that has long 
departed from it. The crooked old beadle 
tugs at the iron gates; nodding like palsied 
ancients they advance creakingly out into the 
sunshine. Into a hole of the heavy petrified- 
wood portals he inserts a ponderous key; 
there is a whine of recalcitrant metal, a 
groan as of sore bones disturbed, a clang, 
and the portals rasp upon their massive 
hinges. In the dark interior, damply smell- 
ing of earth, candles begin to flare one by 
one, sending blue wisps of smoke straight 
up into the vaulted obscurity above; their 
flames fall in round yellow halos upon the 
tlaked adobe walls, and in the profundity 
behind the altar vague saints begin to glit- 
ter. An invisible billow of incense rolls 
•~l:.wlv the length of the nave, spreading 
searchingly in comer and recess. Then. 
overhead, there sounds out over the land the 
cooing call of a sweet-toned bell. 

Hut, already, along the road, along the 
paths, there are faint heralding rumors — 
champings, cliekings. voice murmurs, hoof- 
beats, soft whinnies— and they MOM riding 
in leisurely, the vaqueros of the ranches, 
swarthy men with faces that, somberly sm- 
when at rest, tight np in liqnid caress 
of eye and tenderness of mouth when they 
smile. Furry chaparejos descend from 
fheir lithe waists to the tips of their small 
boots; their sombreros, soft flap to the 
breeze, rear back cavalierly, and red ban- 
danas, knotted loose about their bronzed 
necks, enllame their costumes with a note 
lor. They sit their deep saddles as if 
they had been poured molten into them, 
their waists giving elastienlly to the swing 
of the fox trot 'H"> come, spurs tinkling, 
tapadero chain click-clicking, curb bits rasp- 



ing and ringing, ■long the roads, along the 
paths, or simply down the field where four 
teen Governors of California, with com- 
mandantes, capitans, tenientes. alcaldes, the 
best blood of Aragon and Castile, lie buried, 
their stubborn pride replaced by that after- 
life affability which leads to a cheerful of- 
fering-up of one's bones to the success of a 
potato crop. The horses champ, throw back 
their heads, fleck foam into the air, and 
their masters, as they come into view, raise 
their right hands in courteous and lazy sa- 
lute, their low-pitched voices carrying with- 
out effort their soft, negligent greetings 
across the sun-warmed distance. Arrived. 
they slowly dismount, loosen the cinches and. 
dropping the long reins to the ground, leave 
their horses to stand behind the crumbled 
adobe huts, once busy human hives in the 
care of the padres; a little stiffly, they walk 
to a low hummock before the church and sit 
side by side, the blue spirals of their cigar- 
ettes rising in the tranquil air. 

It is a pleasant moment. The yellow sun, 
striking the yellow facade of the holy cdt 
flee, rebounds in a pinkish halo; its heat re- 
bounds upon the men, who stretch their limbs 
to it. eyes closed to slits, like purring cats. 
They talk, in that tongue of theirs, at once 
sonorous as a cataract and liquid as the gurg 
ling of a bottle, of simple things the barbe- 
cue at Seargent's. the rodeo at Blair' 
their horses, the feed, of the chances for 
rain, of the ' <n/< in the new hnrn. And then 
sometimes they are silent, the poignant 
charm of the land heavy on their s>ul«. 
which understand not. 

It is a gold and -il\er land. The sun 
pours down yellow, but in the di-tance there 
trail diaphanous \eils of silver haze. The 
earth, crackling with the balsamic dryness of 
Summer, is I color symphony that runs from 
argentine velvet to copper lacquer. It rises 
toward the east in tawny swell-, along the 
arched backs of which the downy brown hues 
vacillate as with the shudder of a long 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



caress, till, as far as the eye can see, it is 
assaulting; heaven in purple surf. To the 
north, there are russet stretches, bound by 
the dark plush of a pine forest. To the 
south lies the Carmel, the gnarled cen- 
tenarian pear trees of the departed padres 
standing in the black soil of its overflowings, 
and between them, like plashes of color 
dropped from an impressionistic palette, 
rotund pumpkins shine; the valley streams 
off to the west in a streak of light verdure, 
the pears giving way gradually to willows 
and aspens and other feathery, shimmering- 
barked plants; then comes the lagoon, jade 
green, the beach — a bar of gold — and then 
a cove of the Western Ocean, blue with a 
blueness that astounds the soul. And there 
is a warm buzz of bees, a cooing of doves, 
the soft tongue-snapping of quail; a hawk 
circles free high overhead, swallows streak 
across the sky in long diagonals, and, per- 
haps, his beak like a rapier in the bosom of 
a swooning rose, a humming-bird palpitates 
iridescently. 

Meanwhile others are coming — two or 
three rattling surries, drawn by shaggy 
horses, each holding an astonishing number 
of children all akimbo with starch, herded 
by worn women overcareful of their pitiiui 
finery; some servant girl from the Inn, two 
miles away, trudges in, her plain nose red, 
her blue eyes bulging patiently, her skirts 
raised from the dust which covers to the 
ankle her crooked-heeled shoes, leaving to 
view a bit of striped and wrinkled stocking — 
and, perhaps, from the aristocratic hotel at 
Del Monte there sweeps in, with a great 
self-announcing blare of horns, a yellow 
tally-ho, top-heavy with buzzing and colored 
femininity which avalanches down the 
wheels, flutters over the ground, like a bevy 
of butterflies, and finally is engulfed by the 
dark portals from within which, for a mo- 
ment, come a few last little cries with their 
false intonations of unfelt emotions. And 
the dark men outside look at each other and 
smile an indulgent smile which has in it a 
sense of superiority. 

Finally the bell rings again, and simul- 
taneously, through the vaulted portals, comes 
the sonorous murmur of the padre's voice. 
The men on the hummock throw away their 
cigarettes, rise, a little reluctantly, take a 
last deep breath of the scented air, pass the 
threshold, dragging their sombreros off their 



heads, dip their fingers in the onyx fount, 
and then mass themselves on both sides of 
the door, where they remain standing, proud 
even before God. Over in front, banked like 
flowers, is the tally-ho party, fluttering and 
derisive, out of harmony, as it is the fate of 
the Anglo-Saxon to be, nearly always, 
throughout the world. Behind are the dark 
women of the surries, with their over-colored 
bonnets, encumbered with sticky babies and 
starched children. Upon the steps of the 
chancel kneels the humble servant girl of 
the Inn, bent over the railing in an ecstacy 
of prostration. The priest, his shimmering 
back to the people, his glowing eyes upon 
the tabernacle, descends and reascends, opens 
and closes the holy book, with wide gesture 
cleaves the air in signs of the cross; his 
resonant words vibrate along the walls. 

But beneath the stone pulpit which hangs 
from the right wall, a round bulge of it, 
entered only through a mysterious little door 
which nowadays seems always sealed, there 
sits a woman who, after a time, draws all 
your attention. She is beautiful. From the 
side you see her profile, firm and pure as the 
crest of the Sierra against a sunset sky, and 
long, ascending lashes beneath which violet 
shadows deepen; and if she turn, you lose 
yourself in her eyes, big and dark, with a 
lurking golden light in their black pro- 
fundity. 

For the first part of the service she is 
submerged in a devotion which is not calm, 
which is passionate almost to agony. When 
she kneels it is with outspread arms that al- 
most embrace the beaten earth; when she 
crosses herself, her fingers, at each station, 
stab her flesh; when she rises, it is with a 
violent upspringing that threatens to take 
her oft' the earth, illumined, into celestial 
heights. And then at times she places both 
forearms over her head in a warding ges- 
ture, and she cowers beneath the stone pul- 
pit as beneath a malediction. 

But, little by little, as you watch her and 
the mass sweeps on toward the end, a 
change comes over her, a new preoccupation, 
altogether different, takes possession of her. 
It is a worldly one; at first it shocks you. 
She sits upon her bench, and slowly an olive 
flush rises to her cheeks; she turns, often, 
with a wistful look toward the blue sky and 
golden land framed by the open portals; her 
lips part, her breath quickens, a tremulous 



• AKMKL1TA. 



17 



impatience vibrates through her slender 
body, an ecstatic expectancy glows in the 
depths of her eyes. At first shocked with a 
disillusion at this fall from divine piety to 
earthy care, little by little you become rec- 
onciled, you are carried away by the inten- 
sity of the new emotion, the flaming beauty 
of it : and finally with sacred awe you say to 
jrotrrwtf: 

"She will meet someone, there, at the door; 
she Ibh i P 

The priest, from the height of the altar 
steps, turns to the people; with an ample 
gesture he draws before their eyes an im- 
palpable cross; there is a subdued rasp of 
pushed benches, a flapping of skirts, the 
faithful '.rather in groups and stream toward 
the door. 

The woman you have been observing rises 
to her feet with a gasp, alm< 'litem. 

But a singular movement takes place. As 
she goes down the aisle, an old white- 
bearded man — her father, he seems — takes 
bar by the elbow; three swarthy young fel- 
lows — her brothers, they seem — are them- 
selves behind her; and the priest himself. 
slipping off his stole, hurries after the 
group. She glides toward the doors, her 
lips parted, her breath coming a little fast, 
her eyes very liquid; she reaches it, she 
stands before the streaming gold of the land. 

And then, suddenly. l>oth her hands go to 
her heart, clutching the fit— -li ; I gFMrf cry 
- her mouth, rounded with horror; she 
bends, her arms outspread, she is on the 
point of throwing herself down u|w>n the 
flagging, there, at her feet. 

But the father, passing an arm about her 
. the brothers, closing tight about her, 
urge her on down the slope toward the little 
red-tiled house among the pear trees; the 
. from behind, with loose hand throws 
after her the peace of a benediction. And 
as, surrounded and tenderly forced on by the 
four men. she sweeps on down, there conies 
to the curios -roup still at the portals a loin;. 
palpitating aob, full-banked and dolorous, 
with nothing in its tone that promise 
of isolation. 

It is from I>on Jose Jesus that I obtained 
interpretation of this scene. Don Jos£ Jesus 
has an old white nag (all that remains of the 
20.000 horses. .".0.000 cattle and 100,000 
sheep owned three generations ago by the 



Almavodars), and a tig tree in a little adobe- 
walled garden (this being all that is lett of 
the grant made to his great-grandfather, and 
which read, in words of magnificent careless- 
ness, "from the ocean to the top of the 
mountains"). Upon the horse, pacing slow, 
lie rides along the roads, stopping here, stop- 
ping there, a sort of universal father to the 
people of his race who now, in this laud, are 
the disinherited: beneath the tig tree he sits 
of warm evenings, reflecting upon what he 
has seen the day, and his brown eyes grow 
mminous, and his mouth takes mi a whimsical 
smile, which has in it Mime humor, and much 
tenderness — the tenderness that inevitably 
eomes to him who is full of understanding. 

He (old me this story, one Sunday morn- 
ing, in the rebounding warmth of the mission 
walls, as the priest, within, murmured the 
sacrifice, and the bees, about us outside, 
hummed in harmony. 

"When Carmclita was born, senor, she waa 
the first daughter and came after sis sons. 
So her father. Manuel Molvino. who is now 
sitting inside the church, his gray beard upon 
his knees, mounted his pony and sprang 
down the rond with the news to his old com- 
padre, Juan Kspcm. It was nearly sun 
down; Kspero was sitting on the bench below 
the window of his cabin, and upon his knee 
he was tossing the two-year-old Juanito, first 
son and only child. There and then, bis leg 
thrown lazily across the saddle, his right 
hand stretching out a glass that glimmered 
red to meet that held high by Kspero, Man 
uel pledged the little daughter to the little 
son. '.I la noria de fstrd; to your betrothed.' 
he said, nodding gravely over the trembling 
contents, to .luanito, who sal perched ii|m>ii 
hi- father's shoulders — and Juanito. Hid 
denly seized with a strange sadness, ojiened 
his mouth in a tremulous wail. The men 
laughed. -He'll think better of it lat- 
ehT said Molvino; 'Ah, yes, it will be dif- 
ferent — say eighteen years from now — very 
different.' chimed fapOTO. Ami for a mo- 
ment the two stood there silent, looking for 
ward with some melancholy at the future 
thus suddenly evoked. 'Kighteen years.' 
murmured Molvino .and shook his bead. 'A 
lot noi-iiif" he shouted, again raising his 
glass till it shone ruby against the crimson 
sun; '.I tat H'.ri.,." repeated Ks|>cro— and 
they parted, a whimsical satisfaction in their 



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souls at this arrangement of the affair. But 
as in the horizontal rays of the darkening 
sun Molvino rode away, there came to him, 
fainter and fainter, but plaintively persist- 
ent, the wail of Juanito; and when he ar- 
rived at his own house, over there among 
the pear trees, Carmelita, from the depths of 
her crib, was sending forth a bitter little 
cry. 

"Senor, from the first there was a differ- 
ence in the manner in which the children met 
the purpose of their elders. Juanito ac- 
cepted it stolidly. Nearly every Sunday he 
would be taken to Carmelita and be told to 
kiss her. I was often present, for I like to 
pry into homes and hearts, not out of malice, 
senor, but because I wish to understand. I 
want to understand; for I have found that 
the more you understand, the less is there 
motive for shocked exclamation, for condem- 
nation, the more mellow is your outlook to- 
ward man — and I want to ride mellow- 
hearted along the roads till I die. So I was 
often there, at this inter-familial ceremony. 
At first Carmelita was always in a crib, a 
warm palpitating thing that at times smiled 
vaguely at the ceiling, at times cried softly 
with as little cause. Espero would hold his 
son up over the side of the crib, and then 
Juanito, very seriously, picking the place 
with great precision, deposited a humid 
smack upon the rosebud beneath him — after 
which he stamped off with an air of con- 
scious rectitude, while she, upon her pillow, 
squirmed with dissatisfaction. By the time 
that Carmelita was toddling the operation 
had become a more complicated one. When 
the customary command came, the two chil- 
dren stood a moment, legs apart, staring 
fixedly at each other. Then, when with lips 
thrust forward, he advanced, she suddenly 
dodged, her face against her right shoulder. 
At his next attempt, swiftly the little face 
circled to the left shoulder; and finally she 
turned and ran, hiding her head in her 
mother's skirts. Juanito kept up the attack, 
with a sort of sad resolution, but it was only 
when he had given up that, very imperiously, 
she placed her lips upon his. 

"The years went by; they were no longer 
babes, and she began to impose upon him 
the feminine absolutism. I saw them often 
together — in the orchard by the mission, on 
the hills, in the pine woods. He climbed 
trees for her, he scrambled over rocks, he 



tormented his body for her approbation. 
Once he broke his arm — for her; another 
time he was nearly drowned in the lagoon — 
for her. Sefior, there is something infinitely 
sweet in the tyranny of the one you love, is 
there not? The little boy was happy, ob- 
scurely but poignantly happy, I think. She 
was but a child, but already, senor, she was 
wonderful, wonderful with a beauty that 
penetrated. I can 't describe it. This only 1 
know; that I, a man, that day I saw 
Juanito, thin-lipped with repression, making 
his way back home with his right arm 
dangling along his side, envied him, envied 
him his suffering, the wound vouchsafed him 
in the service of her — and remember, senor, 
she was but a child. I envied him. 

"And yet, hers was a terrible despotism. 
It was, senor, as if by some secret instinct 
she had divined the disposition made of her 
by her elders, and as if, in detestation at the 
tyranny of it, she were taking out of Jua- 
nito a subtle vengeance. She delighted to 
make him ridiculous. She heaped upon him 
task after task, puerile and absorbing; she 
made him stand upon his head, she made him 
hop on one foot — and he always obeyed, 
grave while she laughed. 

"One day I came upon them walking to- 
gether along the Lobos road. She had 
pointed out an oak tree some distance ahead 
and had set him the task of hopping to it 
on one foot. I watched him from my horse. 
I wanted to see if he would keep it up 
while I looked. He did. His fealty was 
something above self-consciousness. He 
hopped along as if I did not exist — with 
that queer seriousness which contrasted to 
her amusement with the ridicule of the deed. 

"Suddenly, however, he stopped short. 'No 
mas' he said; 'No more.' 

"She turned upon him in angry astonish- 
ment. 'Hop to that tree,' she said, her eyes 
flaming. But he said only, 'No mas,' and 
stood still. 

"I waited, greatly interested. There was a 
rumble of wheels along the road, and I 
thought that I knew the reason of his re- 
volt. The cart neared; in it was Roy Glea- 
son, the young son of the Gleason who owns 
all the land from Monterey to Salinas — yes, 
the lands of my grandfather, of her grand- 
father, of all our grandfathers, I suspect. 

"He pulled up his Shetland and looked at 
the group with curiosity. Carmelita smiled 



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up at him. •What's the matter with him?' 
he asked. [Mfjnting to Juanito. whose eyes 
were fixed u|>on the ground. 

'"I want him to hop to that tree, and he 
wont do it,' said t'armelita suavely. 

"The hlond boy looked down noon the lit- 
tle 'greaser.' "Want to ride ho .'' lie asked 

Carmelita, with unconscious disdain ig no r in g 
at once the quarrel and Juanito. 

"Td like to,' said Carmelita. 

"lint as she was stepping into the cart. 
Juanito sprang toward her. 'You can 't go 
with him,' he said, in a colorless voice — and 
his fingers sank deep into her ami. 

"i.et me go; let me go,' said Carmelita, 
very low. showing no pain, but tense with 
cold rage. 

•■You can't go,' repeated Juanito, be- 
tween his teeth, and his fingers npon her ami 
tightened. 

"The young Saxon had been watching the 
scene with the detachment of the superiority 
(rained into him from boyhood. Suddenly 
the whip with which he was toying rose into 
the air; it whistled down across Juanito's 
face. At the same time Carmelita sprang in ; 
the whip came down upon the pony, and the 
(•art rattled down the road. 

"Juanito watched I hem disappear down 
the curve. After a while he passed his hand 
across his forehead, where lay a red welt, and 
began to walk. 

"For a moment I had been paralyzed by 
the suddenness and cruelty of the thing. 
Now 1 tried to comfort him. He gave me no 
attention, but walked on, in the direction of 
the cart, stolid and sad-eyed. 

"The next day. when he met her, he said. 
• iday ynii rode with Boy lileason when 
I did not want you to. You will never do it 
again.' 

" 'I will.' she said, her cheeks aflame. 

"They stood before each other a long mo- 
ment, he calm, a melancholic inflexibility in 
his eyes; she flushed, luminous and vibrant. 
He was fourteen, and she was twelve; they 
were children: and yet a wind of tragedy 
blew upon them. and. without knowing it. 
they both trembled. 

"But the matter came to no issue. A 
few days later Ks|>ero, the father, was given 
a foremanship "ii a Wg eattle ranch of the 
South, and. with all his family, including, 
of course, Juanito, left the country. 

"When Juanito returned, six years later. 



senor. he was Juan and a man; and Carme- 
lita was a woman. 

•lie was a tall, lean fellow who sat his 
horse as if his spine were made of spiral 
springs. Though he brought from the 
southern cattle ranges a reputation for iron- 
like endurunce and ureal skill with the nata. 
a languor was in his movements, and his eyes, 
black-circled and heavy lidded like a wo- 
man's, had in them that sadness— that sad- 
ness mixed with inflexible stolidity which 
had so drawn me when he was a boy. 

"And Carmelita— Carmelita, senor, had 
merely bloomed : and it was a magnificent 
bloom. It may be that the Ave years spent 
in the convent at San Francisco had some- 
thing to do with the finite jierfection — you 
were vaguely aware of a certain repression 
of manner which made only more evident the 
flaming life beneath; you were aware of an 
art in dress which, uniting with her native 
love o! color, gave picturesque results; 
vaguely you knew that her voice was a 
golden contralto, like the resonance of « 
bell after the clapper has stilled. I say 
'vaguely,' because, senor, you had no chance 
ever to analyze these things — the eyes drew 
all; the eyes drew your brain, your heart, 
your soul, your eternal soul, within then 
mysterious depths, Senor, after gazing a 
moment into those eyes — and they tugged 
like whirlpools — after seeking to catch for a 
few seconds the golden tints elusive within, 
one woke up with a great sigh to the ugli- 
ness of the sunshine and the flowers and the 
sky. and they— the sun, the sky, and the 
flowers — were forever spoiled for you; they 
were spoiled to you forever, senor. 

"She was not happy. Her mother was 
dead. Her father, what with the caretaking 
of the church and the freezing of his veins 
with age, had become a black bigot; he half- 
sequestrated her and a deep and true in- 
stinct within her commanded her, senor. to 
let the rays of her beauty flow along the 
land, just as it is the irresistible impulse of 
the moon to shine, of the sun to pour life, 
of water to quench thirst. And so, there 
were unhappy moments— moments when, up 
in her little garret room after sundown, as 
with lifted curtain she watched the young 
people rattle to haile* at t'annel or Monterey 
in wagons freighted with laughter and song, 
a surge of longing pressed up to her throat, 
hurting: or when, at the mere sight of a 



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youth and maid sauntering off ingenuously 
together after mass, a sadness descended 
upon her, a sadness that was indefinite, but 
that clung like a net, and was heavy as lead. 

"Juan returned, and old Molvino, remem- 
bering his plan, let them be together. And 
so, the first night, they met here, senor, at 
the church. You see the steps that rise along 
the wall, there, to the belfry? They went 
up these steps, and they stopped there, at 
the angle ; and it was a moonlight night, and 
the scene like at theater. And I, senor, 
was in the belfry, right up against the bell; 
and I was watching, as I watch now, not out 
of malice, but because I wish to have good- 
will toward men. I would not have stayed, 
senor, had anything sacred come to pass ; but 
nothing sacred passed, although they de- 
ceived themselves into thinking so. 

"They stood there in the little angle half 
way up, and about them the whole world 
shimmered to the moon. Within them, senor, 
I think the old relation of their childhoort 
days still obtained. He showed it outwardly, 
in his very posture, in his grave and secure 
manner, which at once promised protection 
and took for granted possession. But with 
her, the true feeling within, of negation, I 
think, of revolt against a fate forced upon 
her by men, came not to light. You see, 
she had been too unhappy. Instead, she 
placed both her hands upon his right shoul- 
der and, bending her brow upon them, began 
to weep softly. 

"I heard his low voice vibrate once or 
twice in short words of tenderness; his right 
arm rose and clasped her, and she, leaning 
closer, wept in long free flow her grief and 
self-pity. Then between sobs she began to 
beg him not to leave her — and she called him 
'Juanito,' and her little child-lover. And so, 
insensibly, she plighted her troth to him 
again, plighted of her own will the troth 
plighted for her years before as she wailed 
in the cradle. You see, senor, how things 
work out? It was all natural ,and inevitable, 
and well-meaning — all natural and inevitable 
and pure; it had to be; dont you see, seiior? 
And yet, what was to come of it, what was 
to come of it ! 

"Senor, you should have seen Juan ride 
away that night. His happiness, pulsing 
within, stretched his being; when he turned 
upon his big black horse and raised his right 
arm in farewell gesture, his fingers seemed to 



touch the stars. But she, senor, stood a long 
time, there on the moonlit steps; a wind of 
doubt blew upon her — and she shivered. And 
when at last she walked slowly back to her 
little house under the pears, both her hands 
were tight up against her heart, and her head 
was bowed very low. 

"And now, seiior, see how things are ar- 
ranged. The next day Juan left for the 
upper Sergeant ranges, where he was to be 
line rider for three months. A week later 
old Molvino was called south by a dying 
brother. And a few days later Roy Gleason 
began again to loiter over the lands of his 
father. 

"For several years he had been on the 
Atlantic Coast — at Harvard, I think; and 
often we saw in the local papers of Monterey 
and Salinas proud clippings from Eastern 
sheets in which he was mentioned for some 
athletic prowess or other. He was their 
prime footballer, at Harvard, I think. And 
the first thing that he did when he returned 
was to win the tennis tournament at Del 
Monte. Then he took a liking for the coun- 
try of his youth. He would head tally-ho 
parties to the old Mission, or buzz along the 
coast in a big red automobile; but most of 
all would he ride. He rode a sleek bay with 
cropped mane and docked tail, very fine of 
legs, and of astonishing speed, which he sat 
English fashion, with little hornless saddle 
and short stirrups. We 'd see him all the 
time, along the roads, across the fields, jump- 
ing fences. He went coatless, usually, with 
a soft white shirt turned down at the neck, 
turned up to the elbows, his feet encased in 
small yellow boots, each with a toy-size silver 
spur, his head bare, with the light brown hair 
parted at the side — and he was a handsome 
boy, senor, beautiful with a sort of clean, 
sane, sunny beauty. Once I heard him laugh 
as his hunter, urged at too high a fence, 
scraped over with all four hoofs — and the 
joy of it was like rippling silver. 

"Of course, senor, it was inevitable, that 
they should meet; that they should meet and 
that the blue eyes should lose themselves in 
the black; that the black should hold within 
them some of the blue, just as the sea holds 
the blue of the sky. Passing one day the 
cottage in the pear trees, I saw him upon 
his horse, stopped before the gate, and, lean- 
ing upon the gate, was she. A few days later 
I again saw them there; but he had dis- 



CARMELITA. 



21 



mounted and. the bridle over Ids arm. was 
also UanfasJ mi the gate. Then lie took t>> 
bringing an extra hoiM with liiin. and they 
rool the country together, tumultuous and 
joyous, like children. And after a while, 
senor, this also changed; their fresh young 
voices rang DO longer tree; their laugh was 
lii-aid now hnt seldom rippling over the stub- 
ble. They began to seek the woods, shaded al- 
leys; often, forgetting, they let their horses 
walk slow side by side, and it was only when 
their stirrup*, swinging idly, brushed against 
eaeh other as in caress that Cannelita. lean- 
ing forward, urged her horse to one of the 
former mad prankish dashes that day by 
day came less often, ended sooner, came back 
more irresistibly to the dreamy loitering 
side by side with their taste of sweet melan- 
choly. 

"And then, senor, there came the day when 
they no longer rode, when they left their 
horses behind ; and, sefior, when maid and 
man with horses prefer to wander a-foot — 
it is very serious. It was the Fall of the 
year, an arid, golden Fall, and they wan- 
dered in a golden land, and their dreams were 
as the silver hazes. Up on the slopes of 
the round mountain yonder, you can see the 
sun set behind the rocks of Lobos; it be- 
came a daily adventure to them, to see the 
sun set behind Lobos. But little by little 
they came to arrive earlier and earlier at 
their station to see the sun set; and, before 
it sets, the sun beats down very warm on the 
golden arid slopes. They would lie there 
upon their backs, side by side, without touch- 
ing each other, hour after hour; the sun beat 
upon them; it beat upon the land till there 
rebounded from it a hot sweetness like in- 
. and, senor, one day, beneath this tor- 
rential pouring of heat and life, senor 

or. it was the eve of San Carlos, pa- 
tron saint of the Mission, and the next day, 
from all over the country the people thronged 
to the mass. And as the bell there above rang, 
senor, she came across the ground from the 
little house in the pears. Senor, a new 

beauty was upon her, a beauty more u- 

plex, palpitant with new ami contradictory 

emotions. There was shame, shame coming 
upon her at sudden intervals, before she 
could guard herself, and which mantled red 
her cheeks and bowed her head; ami there 
was tenderness, a brooding tenderness that 
made her eyes luminous with n liedewed light. 



■ light tillered. M it wen-, puritieil. through 
a tilm of tears ready to well; and above all, 
surging through |,er in waves that swept 
aside all other foaling and left her tense and 
vibrant, there was pride, a great singing 
pride — the pride of the woman who has 
given nil, who has given herself, sefior. for 

lava. 

"Sefior, .lunn had come down from the 
range and was waiting there at the doom; 
and by that deep instinct. 1 suppose, vouch 
safed to him who loves, he saw the transfor- 
mation and mysteriously he understood. I 
saw him pale as his eyes fell ii|hiii her. I 
heard the quick intake of breath; and as 
she neared, and confirmation poured into him 
in a black tide, slowly his right arm was 
stiltly rising to the horizontal, till as she stood 
before him, it stretched straight with in. lex 
finger pointing, pointing her out to the peo- 
ple and to God. 

"She stood before him, still, a moment, 
staring without comprehension at the tinker 
pointing, at the eyes behind, glowing with 
accusation; a wave of shame whelmed her. 
she bent her head. She raised it again ; the 
brooding tenderness was in her ey< 
brimmed in tears as she looked upon Juan; 
her hands went up. with a little shrug of the 
shoulders, then came down swiftly, slapping 
her thighs, in a gesture that expressed the 
inevitable. Fate, the irrevocable all the 
fatality that weighs upon the race — and then 
in a great surge there rose through her the 
Pride — and like a goddess she went by him 
and into the scented obscurity of the church. 

"\\ hen she came out again, senor, ahead 
of the people at the end of the mass, vibrant 
with a holy impatience, .lunn was at the 
doon up. 'ii his big black horse, rearing with 
clanging hoofs upon the Bagging. From his 
pommel his riata stretched in a taut diagonal 
to the ground, and there, at the loop end of 
it. in the center of the portal- and almost 
within the sacred edilice. was a nameless Ion 
thing which had been human. 

".lunn. armed with his terrible instinct. 
had ridden up the road, and meeting there, 
as he felt he would, his rival *"™*"g toward 
the church, he had brought him to the 
woman that loved him at the end of his raw- 
hide ro|M-." 

Don Jose! stopped: the index finger of his 
right hand went up in a gesture commanding 



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attention. Inside, the drone of the priest 
had ceased; there was a vague rumble of 
moved benches, a hissing of feet — and in the 
full glare of the sun, she suddenly appeared, 
her eyes aglow with expectancy. She stood 
there a moment, her lips parted, her breath 
coming a little fast; then suddenly both her 
hands went to her heart, clutching the flesh; 
she bent down and, her eyes fixed upon a 
spot of the flagging where they was nothing, 
she screamed. 

But her father, her brothers, immediately 



closing about her, urged her down the slope 
toward the little house in the pear trees; and 
as she went down, the eyes of Don Jose fol- 
lowed her with a light in them that as- 
tounded me. 

"God guard you, Don Jose," I said; "you 
love her." 

He gave me a look full of a strange, wist- 
ful desolation. 

"I love her," he said; "1 loved her — ah, 
far better than did the others — may there 
be mercy for their souls." 



The Deserter 



By Mary Madison Lee 

Who dares go forth unsummoned from the feast 
Of life, too eager for the dark unknown, 
Who waits not for the word to be released, 
But braves the night, unbidden and alone, 

Him we call coward, we that stand and wait, 
Lacking the will to follow, though we deem 
That better things are there beyond the gate, 
Higher than hope, and deeper than our dream. 

Yet in the grasp of each there lies some key, 
That we might fit into the fast-closed door, 
That shuts us from the one great mystery, 
Barrier between the After and Before. 
He that hath courage thither let him flee, 
But we must call him coward evermore. 




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f/i*' Only Entrance. It la Very Shallow. 



The Hermit of San Nicholas 



By W. A. Tenney 

Illustrated from Photographs taken by J. C. Brewster 




0\V lew readers have ever 
seen in print any ac- 
count of San Nicholas Is- 
land. The name, even, is 
visible only on the recent 
maps of ( 'alifornia. The 
pioneer settlers of Ventura and Santa Bar- 
bara Counties, together with the survivors 
of the old Mexican race, relate an enter- 
taining tradition of what occurred on this 
terra incognita at a modern date; but tradi- 
tion, though a convenient foundation for a 
romance, is not recognized as credible his- 
tory. Some of the pioneer hunters, how- 
ever, left in writing a t hrill ntr narrative of 
what they personally witnessed on the island. 
This written account of thoroughly reliable 
eye -witnesses was published in the local his- 
tory of Ventura County while the witnesses 
were still living. In addition to the uniform 
recital of a generation not yet extinct, we 
have a corrohoratini; report in public docu- 



ments of what (ioveniment explorers found 
on Sau Nicholas at a recent date. The 
photographer, who accompanied the olli 
rials, has furnished us with the nronos taken 
by his camera. With this accumulation of 
cl ^connected material, accessible to very few 
readers, because long out of print, we ven- 
ture to compile a connected story in every 
way historically true. 

San Nicholas Island is eighty miles due 
south from Buena Ventura, and belongs 
to Ventura County. It is remote from all 
lines of ocean travel, situated in a storm 
center, with no sheltered harbor for large 
sea-going vessels, and with a roadstead un- 
safe for anchorage by reason of sudden and 
violent changes of winds. The pounding of 
the waves on the west side has opened a 
narrow gateway through the rock into a 
shallow bay. where small boats can comfort- 
ably land. The situation of the island is 
such that it is difficult to find an experi- 



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I 




A Part of the Stone Forest of San Nicholas. 

enced navigator who is w lling to take tour- 
ists to the place, especially if expected to 
tarry for many days in the exposed offing. 

For half a century this spot of earth has 
been unpeopled except for the last few years 
by a lone shepherd of a flock of sheep. 

By Government survey the island is found 
to be nine miles long- and four miles wide, 
with an area of thirty-two square m'les. 
Some fourteen thousand acres are compara- 
tively level, with a seemingly rich soil. A 
few stunted thorn bushes comprise all the 
present timber, though excavations reveal 
the existence of an extinct forest. Indeed, 
the early fur hunters reported that more 
than fifty years ago they found a part of 
the tract covered with trees and shrubbery. 
Modern fires have denuded the whole ter- 
ritory. 

Vast quantities of land shells are found 
in the sand and in mounds, but not a living 
specimen can now be found of that par- 
ticular species, though they are still extant 



on other islands and the mainland. That 
these land mollusks were used for food by 
the primitive natives is self-evident from 
the segregated mounds of this species. 

Numerous circular depressions are found 
everywhere, indicating the location of pre- 
historic human dwellings. Dr. Bowers, the 
scientific expert of the Government survey, 
counted forty of these depressions near the 
boat landing, like the basements of a com- 
pact village. The mounds of sea shells of 
all existing species are immense. 

One of the most beautiful varieties of the 
haliotis (abalone) family is numerous on 
the mounds, but so far as known it is now 
extinct on the whole California coast. These 
shell mounds are a matter of surprise to 
every beholder. It is doubtful if the world 
has an equal. They extend over the most 
of the island, one be ng about six miles long, 
a mile in width and twenty-five feet deep. 

In some places beautifully polished peb- 
bles are constructed into pyramids of unique 
art. In the mounds of shells are inter- 
spersed bones of fowls, fish, seals and 
whales. Manifestly these artificial hills are 
composed of the refuse separated from the 
food of the extinct race. These s lent re- 
mains bear unmistakable evidence of the 
numbers of people who here made their 
homes for probably thousands of years. 

Wherever one turns his eye, broken mor- 
tars, pestles, bone implements and ingenious 
ornaments are seen. 

What little has been published about San 
Nicholas has long been out of print, and is 
now inaccessible to the reading public. 

There are shadowy traditions that San 
Nicholas was densely populated by an inter- 
esting people when modern history began 
to draw upon their barbarian shores. The 
discovery was much later than that of the 
other islands in the Channel group. Ex- 
actly where and under whom the first civil- 
ized visitors landed on this isolated spot we 
have no record to inform us. It is known 
that the Russian fur-traders, not long before 
the landing of the California gold-seekers, 
learned that San Nicholas was one of the 
most prolific resorts for the sea otter, and 
they took the earliest steps to bag the rich- 
est game. They accordingly shipped down 
a strong crew of experienced native Alaskan 
hunters, with all needed appliances and pro- 
visions, and the most improved rifles. The 



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One of the Immrnar .Mounds of Abuloiir shrlla (*ftlMIWJ 



ship sailed away and left the imparted 
northern savages to do their work until the 
end of the fur season. Tradition reports 
that the Kadiaks MOB, by Com of arms, 
made themselves criminally free with the 
wives and daughters of the natives. Of 
course tin- strongest elements in humanity 
rose in resistance; but what could an un- 
warliko people do with no weapons hut stone 
Hsh spears and stone knives against a much 
smaller number with rifles and steel daggerst 

There were no civilized spectators to the 
horrible massacre that followed. Later a 
report IMobed the mainland that the only 
survivors left were women and little girls; 
every male had been slaughtered. Recent 
explorers find corroborating evidence of vio- 
lence. Shallow graves where heaps of 
skeletons are found in disorder are not in 
accord with the regulation Boda of sepulture 
where the single body was pla 1 face down- 
ward with the feet drawn up beneath, and 
some personal haWfflgfagl or ornaments were 
deposited with the remains. 

One of an exploring party for the Smith 
sonian Institution states that many of the 
skulls of the exposed skeletons show a break 
in the temporal bone or in the eye soeket, as 
if the owners had been killed by some blunt 
instrument. The remains confirm the report 
of a general violence. 



Si range to relate, the most reliable printed 
report of the massacre first appeared in a 
Boston paper. At that early date the 
Yankees were partners with the Russians in 
the fur trade on the California eoa-t. Here 
is the Boston item : 

A ship (.uur, | by Boardman and Pope of 
BoatOB, commnnded by Captain Whitemore, 
trailing on the const, took from the port of 
Sitka, Russian American, about thirty 
Kadiak Indians, n part of the hardy tribe 
inhabiting the Island of Kadiak, to the 
islands of the Santa Barbara Channel, for 
the purpose of killing sea otter, which were 
then very numerous. Captain Whitemore. 
after landing the Indians on these islands 
and placing in their hands firearms and other 
-iry implements of the chase, sailed 
away to the lower coast of California and 
South America. In the absence of the ship 
a dispute arose between the Kadiaks and 
the natives of the islands, originating in 
the seizure of the female* bv the former. 
Tbo Kadiaks possessing superior weapons, 
slaughtered the males without mercy, old and 
young. On the Island of San Nicholas not a 
male old or young was spared. At the end 
of the year Captnin Whitemore returned to 
the islands, took the Kadiaks on board and 
returned to Sitka.— (History of Santa Bar- 
bara and Ventura Counties, page 255.) 

N'ot long after the northern hunters left, 
tidings in some way reached the mainland of 



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the painful situation on San Nicholas. Deep 
sympathy was awakened at the missions and 
elsewhere for the forlorn women and chil- 
dren. A purse was easily raised to charter 
a ship to bring the unfortunates to the 
mainland, where they could receive aid and 
sympathy. 

It was in 1835 that Isaac Williams, once 
Collector of the Port of San Pedro, super 
intended a rescue party. The schooner Peor 
es Nada, Captain Hubbard, was chartered. 
While the schooner was anchored in the 
offing, the crew had little trouble or delay 
in "rounding up" the whole remainder of 
the race at the landing. As the last boat- 
load was pushing out through the surf, one 
woman, noticing that something had been 
left, supposed to have been one of her chil- 
dren, leaped overboard and rushed up the 
bank in pursuit. The situation of the surf 
forbade any delay of the boat with its 
human cargo. The officer intended, when he 
had put his passengers on board the schoon- 
er, to return with the empty boat for the 
straggler, but on reaching the ship, a rising 
gale admonished the captain that any delay 
would imperil the vessel and the lives of all 
on board; so he gave orders to weigh anchor 
and stand for San Pedro under close reef. 
It was a terrible head wind, and the vessel 
was buffeted for eight days before the coast 
could be reached. The capta'n intended, 
when the storm abated, to return for the 
one lost woman. On reaching San Pedro, 
however, he found an order from the owner 
of the ship at Monterey to sail at once for 
that port. There was no alternative left for 
his private plans. At Monterey a cargo of 
lumber was taken aboard for San Francisco. 
As she approached the Golden Gate a tem- 
pest was raging, and attempting to cross 
the bar the Peor es Nada capsized, and all 
on board perished. The hulk was seen no 
more. At that date this was the only vessel 
on the California coast sufficiently large to 
make a safe voyage to San Nicholas. 

It must be remembered that about the only 
traffic on the California coast less than sev- 
enty-five years ago was carried on by a few 
Eastern ships trading for hides and tallow. 

The woman had nothing to fear from 
wild animals, for the largest was a native 
fox about the size of a small cat. There 
was no danger of starvation, for in addi- 
tion to seals and fish, wlrch she knew how 



to capture and manage, there was an inex- 
haustible stock of all kinds of mollusks only 
waiting to be picked U p, and eggs by the 
millions deposited in the crannies of the 
rocks by pelicans, cormorants and pigeons. 

The land, too, afforded esculent roots and 
native fruits. The old dwellings were left, 
and on the beach was landed an unlimited 
store of driftwood for a renewed cabin and 
fuel. Acquired skill in finding the material 
and the manufacture of clothing supplied 
that demand. A few domestic dogs left be- 
hind were glad to aid in the chase. What 
an amount of freedom there is in having 
all the world to yourself alone ! Nobody to 
steal or cheat, to fight or scold. How broad 
the feeling when there is no mortal in your 
world that can possibly touch you or any- 
thing that you possess or want. Hermitage 
may have compensations. 

The next report from the forlorn island 
was in 1850. This was fifteen years after 
the Peor es Nada made her last voyage. 
Meantime Mexico had ceded California to 
the United States, and a semi-barbarism was 
fast giving place to an urbane civilization. 
Gold had been discovered and the Sierras 
were swarming with miners. Just fifteen 
years after the lone woman had been left on 
San Nicholas, Captain Nidever, a worthy 
citizen of Santa Barbara, ventured to make 
a voyage in search of otter. He was con- 
nected with the American Fur Company. 
As they were passing around the island to 
find the best point for game, Brown of the 
crew discovered in the wet sand the fresh 
tracks of a small human foot. He followed 
the trail from the beach until the tracks 
disappeared in the moss on the upland. He 
reported to the others, but the day was too 
far spent to continue the search. The next 
day the hunting trip was cut short by a ris- 
ing gale. The captain was compelled to 
scud away for home. The next year Cap- 
tain Nidever made a second voyage. While 
his men were moving around a different part 
of the island they came to some stakes of 
driftwood on which were hung strips of seal 
blubber to dry, out of the reach of wild 
dogs. Here was the work of human hands. 
Where to look for the invisible agent no one 
could tell. Again the party was here to 
hunt otter, not for a woman. The weather 
signals were dubious, and the business re- 
quired haste. A fair catch of otter in those 




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The Mode of 




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days was more lucrative than an average 
gold mine. Every moment of daylight must 
be economized. A violent storm soon drove 
the hunters to shelter. When they related 
on shore what they had discovered, the older 
residents and the dwellers about the mis- 
sions said : "The lost woman must be still 
alive." A general interest was awakened in 
the involuntary hermit, and the Mission 
Fathers offered a prize of $200.00 to any 
party that would bring her to Santa Bar- 
bara. 

It was in 1853 that Captain Nidever de- 
termined to take another cruise to San Nich- 
olas, and engage in a woman hunt. The 
prize would pay to make one systematic 
sweep of the island. On landing he led his 
crew to one end of the island, where signs 
had before been seen, and marshalled them 
in line, as far apart as possible and yet 
maintain communication. Their united 
vision covered the whole breadth of terri- 
tory. In time as they climbed the hill, 
Brown saw in the distant brush a dark ob- 
ject that seemed to move. At first he 
thought it was a bird, but as he no selessly 
drew near, it assumed the appearance of the 
back of a human head. It was the woman 
in a low brush tent without a roof. She did 
not see Brown, but her attention was fixed 
upon the other men at a greater distance. 
He gave a signal by raising his hat up and 
down on the ramrod of his gun. A few 
dogs near the woman gave a warning growl, 
but at a fierce yell from her they disap- 
peared. She was busy peeling the blub- 
ber from a seal skin with an iron hoop. 
Her mass of matted hair was of a 
yellowish brown color. Her dress was of 
cormorant skins (shags) cut in squares, ex- 
tending from the shoulders to the ankles. 
There was no cover for head or feet. When 
all chance of escape was cut off, Brown 
stealthily moved around in front and let 
himself be seen. The woman made no at- 
tempt to flee, but on the contrary she re- 
ceived him with a bow and smile — with as 
much grace as he could have been welcomed 
in a civilized parlor. She greeted all her 
visitors in the same way. True etiquette is 
not a mere formality in highly cultured cir- 
cles, it is an innate instinct of untutored hu- 
manity. As the men sat down around her 
she constantly talked, but not a word was in- 
telligible. A few Indians of the crew spoke 



several d.alects, but they understood not a 
word. She was the only one left who could 
speak the language of the island, and she 
knew no other. 

The savage was endowed with the grace 
of hospitality. In a few minutes she took 
from a grass sack two varieties of roots, 
placing them in the smoldering ashes. When 
cooked she placed them before her guests; 
she gave the best and about all her larder 
contained. Taking a drinking dish, she went 
to a nearby spring and brought some water. 

When the men made signs for her to go 
with them to the landing and the schooner, 
at first she failed to comprehend their mean- 
ing, but when they made signs for her to 
gather up her possessions, she caught the 
idea and began to pack her baskets and sacks 
with great dispatch. The dried blubber, and 
all else that could be used for food, was 
gathered up, meager clothing, bone needles, 
sinew and ornaments were packed. The men 
relieved her from the most of the luggage; 
and last of all the woman selected a glow- 
ing brand from the fire as an essential for 
warmth and cooking. It is much easier for 
Indians to transport fire than it is for them 
by any process they know to start it de novo. 

When all was in readiness, she led the 
way down her trail, coming soon to a pure 
spring of drinking water, where seal blub- 
ber was hanging to dry; further down the 
grade she led to a fountain for bathing, 
where she paused to wash her hands and 
face. On reaching the landing, they mo- 
tioned for her to enter the boat, which she 
cheerfully did. Aboard the schooner she 
sought a place near the cook stove. When 
food was offered, she ate with great relish 
victuals such as she had never tasted before. 
Indeed, from that time on she preferred the 
bacon and bread to blubber and shell fish. 
Brown at once found a piece of bed-ticking 
and set about making a skirt. This with a 
sailor's shirt and a discarded vest made her 
quite comfortable. 

The weather signals indicated a prolonged 
season for hunting, so arrangements were 
made to camp on shore. Poles were leaned 
against a rock and an old sail spread over 
them for a tent. A short d'stance away a 
smaller shelter was arranged for the woman. 
She went about talking to herself and sing- 
ing as if content and happy. She aided in 
the work, bringing wood and water. She 



THK HKK.MIT <>K SAN NICHOLAS. 







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A Vast Mound of Small Sheila and a Fete of the Exposed Skeleton*. 



then finished a water bucket which was 
unique. Into a nicely braided grass basket 
she placed some pieces of asphalttun. picked 
up on the beach ; on these she placed hot 
stones, and when in a liquid state the 
asphaltum was carefully spread in a uni- 
form thickness over the inside. When com- 
pleted the basket was impervious to water 
as a tin pail and not much heavier. Small 
drinking dishes were made in the same way. 
In these vessels water could In: bottled or 
food cooked by tilling the basket with rata 
and inimers ng a succession of hot rocks. 

Among the otters that were brought into 
camp for skinning was one on t he eve of 
parturition. The hunter removed the fetus, 
and stuffed the beautiful skin. By gestures 
t'lie woman solicited the care of the toy. Tak- 
ing it into her tent, she suspended it to a 
pole, and by the hour she would swing it 
back and forth, singing to it as to an in- 
fant. Eighteen yam of hermit life had not 
abolished the maternal instinct. 
She pressed it to her tiosotn and rocke.1 it 

to and fro. 
In memory of the little one she lost so long 
ago. 

This time Captain Nidever was allowed a 
month of successful hunting, then the rigH 



of sky and bm admonished him that it was 
time to leave. On the voyage homeward- 
bound, however, a fearful gale met him. 
The force of the wind, the boiling and break- 
ing of the sea, the rolling and pitching of 
the creaking vessel seemed fearful to one 
not accustomed to ocean life. The great 
anxiety of the woman seemed to increase 
until she fell upon her knees on deck, raising 
her hands and open eyes to the heavens, as 
if invoking aid from an unseen |>ower above. 
The dramatic scene was short. Soon the 
smiling face of the sun appeared from be- 
neath the retreating clouds, the gale was 
abated and the seas assuaged. Then the 
woman in pantomime conveyed to Captain 
Nidever the view that it was her intercession 
with the unseen which mitigated the tempest. 
When the crew with the hermit were land- 
ing, the tirst object of interest to attract her 
attention was a two-wheeled cart drawn by 
o yoke of oxen. She had never seen before 
any domestic animal except the small Indian 
dogs. She made apt pastures of her sur- 
prise at the yoke, the docile oxen, the re- 
volving wheels, at the same time talking and 
laughing. Soon a horseman came riding 
down the beach. This seemed still more 
strange and ludicrous to her. Placing two 



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fingers of her right hand astr'de of her left 
thumb, she gesticulated the galloping rider 
with shouts of laughter. She was in a new 
world, though less than a hundred miles 
from where she had spent her whole life. 
Every view awakened surprise and hilarity. 
Captain Nidever took the hermit to his 
own home and placed her in care of his 
efficient wife. The Mission Fathers, too, 
assumed an indirect supervision over the 
new arrival. Visitors from near and far 
came to see the human curiosity, and many 
donations were left for her comfort. She 
seemed willing to attire herself for exhibi- 
tion in her suit of birdskins with feather 
points downward. She had a keen relish 
for all the varieties of the white man's food, 
and was extremely fond of fruit. From 
lack of critical oversight she ate to excess 
and brought on a serious malady. It was 
supposed that a return to her native diet 
would furnish a remedy, but she spurned 
clams, fish and seal blubbers. In a few 
weeks the sickness proved fatal, and the last 
remnant of a once numerous race passed 
away without being able by words to com- 
municate anything about her people. The 
tale of personal sorrow and suffering for 
eighteen years, and the tradition of the ex- 
tinct race must always remain a blank to the 
civilized world. At the end of the hermit's 
life she was given an appreciative burial by 
the Fathers. The two unique dresses, one 



worn by herself and a little one supposed to 
belong to a deceased child, together with a 
basket of spear heads, abalone fishhooks, 
bone needles, sinew-thread and miscellaneous 
ornaments were packed up by the Fathers 
and sent to Rome. They were deposited in 
th cabinet of curiosities in the Vatican, 
where, doubtless, visitors may still inspect 
them. A carefully prepared account of the 
hermit went with her effects to the Vatican. 
And what can now be said about the mod- 
ern San Nicholas? The island is still there, 
but for half a century it has virtually been 
unpopulated. The otters were soon exter- 
minated, so hunters had no motive to visit 
the storm-lashed isle. There are some 
twenty thousand acres of manifestly rich 
soil, but no homesteaders care to take it. 
Food and water are abundant. Some ad- 
venturer has placed on the island a large 
flock of sheep. Periodically the sheep- 
shearers make a voyage to ply their voca- 
tion for a week or two, and at intervals a 
nomadic shepherd makes a tour to look after 
the lambs. The larger part of the year, 
however, San Nicholas entertains no man. 
The bleating of the sheep, the cry of the 
lambs, the barking of the inoffensive foxes, 
the scream of sea fowls chime in with hoarse 
growl of sea lions. The roar of the billows 
among the cliffs and the muffled tones of the 
ever-beating surf. Nature's desolation reigns 
supreme. 



The Stage and the Pulpit 



Bv William Winter 




1.1 'IT Inhumations against 
the theater are neither so nu- 
merous nor so violent as they 
were in former years, but 
they continue to be ejaculated 
and do doubt they will be 
audible as long as bigoted clergymen nour- 
ish, and as long as religion which ought to 
make its votaries just and gentle — makes 
some of them intolerant. The theatre, as is 
well known, was originally, in Catholic coun- 
tries of Europe, a sort of auxiliary of the 
church- which sanctioned and used "Miracle 
I'lavs" but. gradually, it took an inde- 
pendent form and grew into a separate and, 
finally, a powerful institution; whereupon the 
church became savagely antagonistic to its 
offspring, and practically signified its enmity 
by persecution. It is an ancient <|iiarrel, and 
it ought not to endure. The theatre is essen- 
tial to the public welfare and it should not 
he, and cannot be, suppressed. Vanity and 
-••liishness, however, are strong foes to recon- 
ciliation. The actual reason, as distinguished 
from the alleged one, for clerical opposition 
to the stage is jealousy on the part of pulpit 
perforata, combined with anxious apprehen- 
sion lest the influence of the theatre should 
1 that of the church. The extent of 
injustice to which intolerance is capable of 
proceeding was recently exemplified by a 
clergyman of Atlanta, Oa., Kev. Dr. Brough- 
ton by name, who actually went so far as to 
represent that great actor and manager, the 
late Henry Irving, as an opponent of the 
stage, and a disparager and assailant of his 
own vocation. That preacher seems to have 
been uncommonly acidulous in his remarks, 
delivering several tremendous, because self- 
convincing, reasons why the theatre should 
be suppressed everywhere as well as in At- 
lanta, Ga., and he concluded his phillippie by 
quoting a statement, attributed to Henry 
Irving, to the effect that ''the playhouse is 
a dangerous place for men and women of 
weak | towers and characters." 



That statement is true of many places be- 
sides the playhouse; for example, it is true 
of the church; but an attempt to represent 
Henry Irving as, in any way, at any time, or 
on any ground, an enemy of the theatre or 

of the art of acting could < ie only of 

ignorance or malice. Irving often made 
opportunities — and he never lost one — of de- 
fending his profession, lis \iews of the 
stage are recorded in his many public ad- 
dresses, and those addresses are easily acces- 
sible; and if the Kev. Dr. Broughton, or any 
other clergyman, were really desirous of ac- 
quainting the religious community with the 
opinions and convictions of that noble actor. 
who lived and died in the service of the 
drama, it would be easy to accomplish that 
desire by reading some of those addresses 
from the pulpit. They are as good as most 
sermons, and belter than many. They con- 
tain much information, and the spirit of them 
is pure, earnest, thoughtful, liberal and sweet. 
In one of them, delivered at Harvard 1'ni- 
versity. in 1885, Henry Irving said: 

* • • • We do not claim to be any bet- 
ter than our fellows in other walks of life. 

* * * It is impossible to point to any 
vocation which is not attended by tempta- 
tions that prove fatal to many. • • • 
The immortal part of the stage is its nobler 
part. • * * I have been an actor for 
nearly thirty years, and what I have told 
you is the fruit of my ex|>erience, and of an 
earnest and conscientious belief that the call- 
ing to which I am proud to belong is worthy 
of the sympathy and support of all intelli- 
gent people." (He remained an actor 
twenty years longer.) 

Some years ago a significant incident, in 
which Henry Irving was concerned, occurred 
at a country - mansion in England, an inci- 
dent which lie afterward related to the pres- 
ent writer, who, therefore, can vouch for its 
truth. It chanced that Henry Irving was 
dining with a group of distinguished per- 
sons, among whom was the Primate of Kng- 



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land — the late Archbishop of Canterbury. 
That venerable Prince of the Church spoke, 
in terms of disapproval, as to the employ- 
ment of children, by Irving, in the London 
Lyceum Theatre. To those remarks Irving 
replied : 

"Sir, I cannot admit the justice of your 
opinion, nor can I refrain from assuring you 
that it is absolutely groundless. The chil- 
dren who are employed in my theatre are 
carefully guarded, and are as well cared for 
as they could be in any home; better, in 
some cases, than they are by their parents. 
I require that their conduct and manners 
should be above reproach, and I will add that 
such is not the case with the choir boys who 
sing in your lordship's cathedral — for, within 
this week, I, personally, was obliged to call 
to order a number of those choir boys, who 
were creating a disturbance during the serv- 
ice, a thing that never could happen in any 
first-class theatre." 

The Archbishop made no immediate re- 
sponse, but, after the party had retired for 
the night, he went to Irving's room, sat by 
his bedside — the actor having gone to bed — 
and there and then expressed regret for his 
error, and thanks that he had been set right. 

It is much to be wished that the clergy in 
general would emulate such a good example 
of justice and liberal feeling. The people of 
the stage are like other people — neither worse 
nor better. The theatre cannot with any- 
more propriety be held responsible for the 
immorality of some of its members than the 
church can be held responsible for the wick- 
edness, not infrequently made known, of 
some of its votaries — even of clergymen 
themselves. If there actually be a difference, 
in point of morals, between the two institu- 
tions (and there does not seem to be any), it 
probably is in favor of the theatre — for the 
theatre does not assume, as the church does, 
to be the custodian of all the virtues; and, 
moreover, the theatre, behind its scenes, and 
without any of that glamour, altogether fic- 
titious, with which it has been invested by 
an ignorant public fancy, is as hard, stern 
and exacting as a machine shop. For those 
persons who are in earnest (and there are as 
many earnest persons on the stage as there 
are in the pulpit), the continuous, strenuous 



toil requisite for the attainment of success in 
acting leaves but scant time even for need- 
ful rest. The stage is an excellent thing, 
when it is rightly conducted, and that it 
should be rightly conducted is the heartfelt 
desire of every worthy member of it, man 
or woman. The profession of acting has 
done great good to thousands of people ; and, 
if the clergy must occupy itself with the 
theatre, it would be well employed, not in 
condemnation of it, but in condemnation of a 
vulgar, commercial misuse of it, that is made 
by unworthy persons who, wh'le making loud 
professions of racial integrity and religious 
motive, conduct it as a mere bazar. Pulpit 
denunciation of the actor is powerless to stay 
the dramatic movement or to affect the trend 
of educated public opinion. Bigotry, shoot- 
ing from behind a hedge, causes only dislike 
and contempt. The church, like every other 
social institution, must maintain itself, not 
by denouncing contemporary educational 
forces, but by making and keeping its own 
force potent and interesting. When the 
country clergyman, complaining to Henry 
Ward Beecher that his congregation often 
went to sleep while he was preaching, asked 
what he should do "to wake them up," the 
famous preacher replied : "If my hearers 
should go to sleep, I should ask the deacon 
to come 'round and 'wake me up' !" The acrid 
ebullition of the Atlanta parson, tending 
to stigmatize Henry Irving, by misapplying 
words attributed to him so as to make him 
seem to decry the profession that he loved, 
honored, and devoutly served all the days of 
his life, exemplifies an ecclesiastical pose, 
either ignorant or disingenuous, which is not 
only unjust to the theatre, but injurious to 
the church and detrimental to the welfare of 
the public. A cynical observer might re- 
mark upon the singularity, that testimony 
of actors against the stage is always quoted 
either from actors who have turned preachers, 
or from actors who are dead and cannot 
reply. It would be interesting to note the 
result, if some ecclesiastical crank would 
select, and apply to condemnation of the dra- 
matic calling, remarks by Eichard Mansfield, 
or E. S. Willard, or Robert Mantell, or John 
Hare, or Mrs. Fiske, or Edward Terry. The 
answer would have no uncertain sound. 



The 

Undomesticated Indian 

as seen on the 

Warm Springs Reservation 



From photograph* taken by 

Mrs. Fanny van Duyn 

Tygh Valley, Orcjr<.n 



Tbt Pacific Monthly, July, 1907 




Tat-toon-my and Her Indian Doll. 




Syad, an Indian Maiden in a Beaded Buckskin Dress. 




Ticee-men-f. a Warm Spring* Buck. 




A Young Squaw and Her Baby. 




Ho-ta*h-a. Hrr Pappoo**. and T'iiim Vo»" 



I UN 



The Waterloo of King Jedediah I 



By John Fleming Wilson 




UK HE is — or was — in the 
city of Honolulu on Fort 
street, just above Queen 
street and its intricacies, a 
certain low-ceilinged, dimly- 
l;_-lited coffee house. A sign 
informs the wayfarer that it is specially 
fitted up for the refreshment of the hungry 
who are also epicurean. It is the resort of 

The history of the dynasties of the South 
Seas is yet to be written. Certain greater 
princes that have exploited the coral-fringed 
islands, eaten of the bounty of their gardens 
and waged their wars of blood and commerce 
upon the warm reaches of the Pacific have 
attained to paragraphs in the newspapers 
and mention in the dispatches of The Powers. 
Rut of the kings themselves, those vagrant 
and ofttimes drunken potentates ruling from 
thrones built amid the palms and mangoes of 
a thousand isles, there has never been a vera- 
cious and complete record. Down-Easter, 
Scot, Irishman and full-bellied German, they 
have gone their boisterous ways, wielded 
their tinsel scepters and drunk their trade 
irin and sweet champagne with no scribe to 
indite their memoirs and preserve their fame. 

But in Andrew's coffee bouse bat a year 
ago you might meet them. Kin<» Max of 
Laysan would have banded you the Adver- 
tiser, designating with thick finger the item 
that spelled his glory; King Ole of Tahula's 
thumbed Bund was at your disposal and 
minor royalties would nod and bellow in 
subdued thunder over the going of the Morn- 
ing Star to the Low Archipelago. Here was 
the clearing-house of the princes of the South 
Seas. Here they who spoke on far-off, surf- 
ringed domains with the voice of authority 
might easily be enticed into amicable and 
even confidential chat about shell and copra 
and cane and the politics of the great deep. 

The arrival of a schooner in the offing 
meant much in Andrew's coffee house. Let 
Kaheamanu, the waiter, fling open the door 



that gave on the hot street and cry "Some- 
body coming!" The kings rose and reached 
for white jackets and limp hats with excla- 
mations of anticipation or disgust, as it 
meant the arrival of some brother lord or the 
imminent departure of one already of the 
company. A little later you misht see them 
on Wilder's wharf, straddled on huge legs, 
smoking prodigious pipes, all gazing out 
toward the entrance in the reef beyond 
which a schooner jockeyed for her straight 
course in. 

One such day I had been in Andrew's with 
the Nestor of all South Sea journalists, the 
friend and celebrator of half the notables 
along the Equator. He had been devouring 
(he had a true Atlantic taste though he had 
not seen "home" in thirty years) a huge 
portion of bacon and eggs with a ponderous 
eup of coffee to savor it, between mouthful* 
telling me the inside of the latest coup d'itat 
in the vexed territory of Hawaii. The drone 
of conversation, the steaming air that 
breathed in from the torrid town, had put 
me almost to sleep and I fear I had caught 
but little of his tale when I yielded entirely 
to the drowsy influences of the place and 
dozed. 

When I awoke Kaheamanu's cry still rang 
in my ears and my companion was wiping 
his beard with his handkerchief preparatory 
to going forth with the rest "You *d better 
along," he remarked. "A little fresh 
air will do yon good." 

The remark was so commonplace - that I 
nearly dozed again. But I heard a well- 
known voice — the voice of the Lord of Nua— 
saying, "It 's Jedediah's Bet* of Bath. Jede- 
diah aint been up from Enid Island in ten 
vears, I'll bet." 

"Who's Jedediah T" I demanded of the 
journalist. 

"Jedediah the First is the King of Enid," 
he responded sententiously. 

And where's EnidT" I pursued. 

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Christmas Island it 's about as far out of the 
world as you can get. Jedediah ought to 
have come up long before now." 

We followed the kings at a respectful dis- 
tance down Fort street and along the coral 
strewn waterfront till we reached the wharf, 
whence the harbor lay in full view, sparkling 
in the afternoon sun out to the dancing surf 
on the reef, hemmed in with delicate white 
arms of dazzling sand, like a bowl outheld 
by some fair woman. 

Beyond the reef I saw the schooner whose 
arrival had made all this stir. She leant 
against the Trades gently, a gossamer curl 
of white water at her prow, a slender thread 
of green traversing the azure sea behind her, 
marking her path. As she heeled over to the 
scented gale that bore to her the heavy odors 
of the flowery valleys of Oahu I saw that she 
was very old. Her antique topsail was 
patched and stained, and the very timbers of 
her bow, as she rose streaming from the 
surge, seemed worn and thin. The long 
stretch of green, that traced her wake for the 
eye, one of the kings explained : "She 's foul 
with weeds. The Bess of Bath aint been on 
a dock or on a beach to be scraped this 
twenty years." 

And his judgment was confirmed when the 
ancient vessel found her position to enter 
between the foaming reef -heads and bore up 
into the wind. It seemed that it was with the 
utmost difficulty that her master made her 
understand the direction he indicated, for 
there were two opinions as to whether she 
would not pile up on the reef. But the top- 
sail filled again and the Bess of Bath forged 
in and headed for the buoy that marks the 
turn in the channel. Here, again, she seemed 
on the verge of destruction ; it was only after 
a full minute's time that she recovered and 
drew into the harbor, the song of the Ka- 
nakas of her crew coming softly to our ears. 

As a. boat pulled away vigorously from the 
schooner's side the oldest journalist in the 
South Seas nodded his head and told me to 
look out for an item. "That 's Jedediah," 
he informed me. "You 'd better get a talk 
with him now, for he '11 be pretty busy when 
lie gets close to American whiskey and cigars. 
I'll introduce you." 

The boat swung up alongside a bark dis- 
charging prosaic coal for the mail boats and 
Jedediah came up on the wharf with a flour- 
ish of arms and a kick that sent the sailor 



on whose shoulder he mounted howling into 
the bottom of the boat. Once on the planks 
and firm on his feet he pulled his cap hard 
down over his eyes, scowled at the unfortu- 
nate Kanaka now giggling among his com- 
panions, and peered out under the sun at his 
schooner. Satisfied, apparently, that this 
ancient craft was secure, the King of Enid 
advanced towards us. The King of Kohula 
was the first to greet him : "Hello, Jedediah," 
he said hoarsely. "Thought you 'd quit this 
part of the world and gone to the Colonies." 

They shook hands solemnly, without fur- 
ther words, and my companion adroitly 
thrust me in among those present. Royalty 
squeezed my hand in an immense paw and 
immediately turned up and away from the 
wharf. The rest of us followed, a taciturn 
procession stringing out over the coral like 
men following a boss to work, each of us 
stumping along industriously in the rear of 
this determined figure. 

It was not to Andrew's that we went this 
time. We did not even pass the place; in- 
stead we turned at Queen Street, shuffled 
down an alley bordered with lean palms and 
into the cool court of Cunha's, quencher of 
Equatorial thirsts, blender of savory concoc- 
tions fit for throats parched through long 
seasons. 

It is not for a scribbler of paragraphs to 
depict the solemn, almost melancholy gusto 
with which the kings drank, nor the ameliora- 
tion of their manners as the strong waters 
had their effect, nor the expansion of Jede- 
diah I. 

In due time the ceremony was over. A 
dozen questions had been propounded and 
answered and the Press advanced and made 
its queries in the name of the anxious and 
expectant public, while the kings departed 
with retreating cries and ejaculations till the 
last vanished out into the afternoon and the 
bartender returned to his nook by the re- 
frigerator. 

"Nothing to say much," said the king. 
"Enid is still there, or was fifty-four days 
ago when we sailed. I'm here and you 're 
here and Hawaii has gone over to Uncle Sam 
and I want another drink and a cigar and a 
piece of pie." 

"Pie !" I exclaimed, as we drank ; "that 's 
a funny thing to ask" for." 

"Is it?" the king returned simply. "I 
have n't had a piece of pie in eleven years. 



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43 



I was brought up on it. They dont make 
pie down in my district. Where can we get 
some T" 

We went eompanionably to George's and 
sat down under a fan. The king looked at 
it and thci looked at me. "Queer sort of 
punkah, that. Run by clock workt" 

" Elect ricity," I informed him. 

re enough," he said readily. "I got a 
paper a year ago from Sidney that told 
about what electricity was doing. But I want 
pie." 

He got it, and as he went into it I men- 
tioned again the fact that I desired to know 
the purpose of his visit and the news of 
Enid, that the public might be informed of 
its prince's arrival in due form. 

He stopped politely and gave me briefly 
what I thought I desired. I thanked him 
and he resumed his pie as I left. I looked 
back when I reached the street. The king 
was ordering more pie. 

In the evening, when the lights blaze on 
King street and creep out of the foliage of 
Punchbowl, when the breeze that has roared 
all the hot day becomes only a perfumed sigh, 
Honolulu wakes to her varied life and en- 
joys her kings. On this occasion they strolled 
up and down the thoroughfares, dividing the 
polyglot, laughing, singing throng with vast 
shoulders, calling over the garlanded heads 
in deep-sea tones, scattering the largess of 
their treasuries with lavish hands. But the 
King of Enid was not among them. From 
the river to the quiet reaches of the palace 
grounds he was not visible and I, being a 
seeker after the wisdom of crowned heads as 
expounded by the lords of the sea-girt isles, 
sought him elsewhere. 

I found him in one corner of Cunha'a, a 
bottle and a glass at his hand, his face to the 
ceiling, his eyes fixed upon a nymph that dis- 
ported herself in the fashion of half a world 
away with immutable posture and eternal 
smile. 

King Jedediah pushed the bottle towards 
me and withdrew his thoughtful glance from 
the painted divinity. When I had helped my- 
self he poured him out a glass and drank it 
slowly. 

"How does it seem to get backf" I in- 
quired with banal civility. 

"It 's the very devil," he added soberly. 
"The very devil." I'm not back yet." 

"How do too meant" I demanded. 



"It 's the darned Germans." he exploded. 

"Seized your island t" I suggested, think- 
ing of Samoa cud Pago-Pago. 

''The Germans and ambition," answered 
the king. "I was after too much and 1 
got it." 

"I dont understand," I said. "Have thev 
taken EnidT" 

"Not by a darn sight !" he exclaimed. "But 
they 're welcome to it, now. I dont know 
what to do." 

To advise kings is a hardy matter. I 
ehose silence. 

"You see," the king went on presently, "it 
was all because of a little German band." 

This was his proem. His tale, the tale of 
the Waterloo of King Jedediah, related by 
himself, was as follows: 

I took up Enid about fifteen years ago. 
I was mate of the old bark Hesper in those 
days and she had a hard name. So did I. 
The crew was as tough a set of Auckland 
galley-boys as ever I drove. Thurfore, I 
was set ashore on Enid one fine night and 
the Hesper went on up to the States with 
the crew running the ship. 

I did n't like being marooned that way, at 
first. But Enid was a nice little island. 
Plenty of cocoanut and mangoes and sour- 
sops and pears and kalo and as decent a lot 
of natives as I ever did see. Out of the way, 
that was the only matter with the place. But 
I fixed that all right. I bought the Bet* of 
Bath three years later off a trader and that 
way I got a trip to the Colonies once in a 
while and a way of getting my copra and 
shell to market. 

Any of the boys will tell you I did pretty 
well by Enid. I married the chiefs daugh- 
ter and taught 'em a lot of things about 
trading. I put Enid on the map. I tell you 
right now I turned over a lot of money and 
put it right back into the island. Why, five 
years ago I had a bandstand put up, besides 
a big treasury building, and passed a law 
that every man should drill once a week in 
my army. Tou could have come to Enid 
and found the most up-to-date kingdom in 
the South Seas. I had a lot of improvements 
and this year I was going to go to San Fran- 
cisco and get a full outfit of these electric fix- 
ings. I was going to have a waterworks, a lot 
of street lights and a town clock. I would 
have, if I had n't got ambitious snd run 
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You see it was this way. There 's mighty 
little wind down Enid way and it gets so 
darned lonesome and slow that a man wants 
something doing. I went in for more white 
folks. "Gimme somebody that knows what 
I say when I swear," is my principles. 

What I wanted was Americans. I'm an 
American and a good up-to-date island needs 
'em. They're the people to make things 
hum. But I could n't get 'em. I had to take 
what I could pick up and I got me Himmel- 
fritz from 'Tonga, a German; Lavang, a 
French skipper that lost his ship and his 
papers at the same time down Tahiti way; 
and a big, devil-may-care remittance Brit- 
isher from Sidney. I reckon nobody 
but Jedediah could have handled that crowd. 
But I handled 'em, all right. I made Him- 
melfritz treasurer and Boggs, the Britisher, 
chief engineer, and Lavang, head of the cus- 
toms. Darn 'em, they worked, you bet. Let 
'em swear all they want, was my principles, 
but make 'em work. 

You had ought to have seen the army I 
got together. And the way the natives 
hustled. I tell you I was worth a good round 
hundred thousand a year ago. Then I got 
ambitious. A man does, thinking nights 
when the stars are particular bright and the 
blossoms are thick in the hills. 

"Himmelfritz," says I one day, "We've 
got an army and a treasury building and a 
park and bandstand. What we need is a 
band." 

"Music," says Himmelfritz, pawing his 
beard, "is foolishness. It 's something I dont 
want. The natives are bad enough." 

The Dutchman was correct. But I never 
give in when my men dont like a thing. La- 
vang was dead against it, too, and Boggs 
laughed in his nasty way and told me I was 
getting soft. 

"Soft?" I inquires. "Did you ever hear 
of an army without a band? Or a band- 
stand without somebody to play on it?" 

So I sat down and wrote a letter to the 
American consul in Sidney and the Bess took 
it up to Papeete and six months later I got 
an answer. The consul said he 'd received 
my order and would deliver in time, though 
bands were hard to get. 

About six months after I'd got the letter a 
bark hauled to off Enid and sent a boat 
ashore with a band and an invoice from the 
consul. It did me good to see 'em come 



ashore, all with their caps on and their horns 
about their necks. There were six of 'em 
and it was n't till the bark had swung her 
mainsail and got under way that I discovered 
that not one of the band spoke American. 
Himmelfritz was up in the hills after nuts 
and I had to wait three days till he came 
back before I could tell the beggars to put 
down their horns and have something to eat. 

Then was the beginning of my troubles. 
They were mad. They said they had been 
buncoed. Would n't play a tune for any- 
body for love or money or kicks. 

Imagine me. King of Enid for nigh fif- 
teen years, with a town with streets and an 
army with guns, and a little German band 
mutinying while my three white men snick- 
ered and the army marched and counter- 
marched to a shark-skin drum. Was n't it 
enough to put a man crazy? I tell you 
I sat on the beach those nights and thought 
over all I'd done for a lot of European 
thieves and a pack of heathen natives and I 
swore I'd teach 'em King Jedediah was the 
man to keep their eye on. 

The German band got pretty wise to the 
sort of shark Jedediah is, and the third morn- 
ing after they 'd landed they disappeared up 
into the valley. I went to Himmelfritz, he 
being of the same breed, and I says, "Him- 
melfritz, you better go up and explain to 
those Dutch cousins of yours that I aint the 
man to fool with. If they dont come round 
and play music, they 're liable not to have 
necks to blow through." 

So Himmel went up the valley and from 
what the natives told me, there was quite a 
session up there. Himmel came back. But 
without the band. "No good," says he. 
"They 're . scared and they 're Dutch. You 
might as well let 'em alone. After a while 
they '11 come down and maybe see your side 
of it." 

"What 's the matter with 'em?" I demands. 

"Homesick," says Himmelfritz. 

So I drilled the army and locked the treas- 
ury every night and we played casino on the 
lanai of the palace till the town went to bed 
and the night wind brought the sound of the 
surf clear and sharp to us. Never a sound 
from the band. 

But one night, after Himmelfritz and La- 
vang and Boggs had gone off to their quar- 
ters and the moon was shining through the 
palms, I was sitting with my pipe in my 



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45 



hand, thinking of n lot of things, when from 
far up the mountain I heard a sort of long- 
drawn cry. I fell to listening and pretty 
it again, a riling strain, by 
! of some tune. Then the sen breeze 
died away and I heard it plainer. It was 
the band, playing up there in the moonlit 
valley some tune or other that I remembered. 

All nijiht l"n<r they kept it up and I heard 
Himmelfritz and Boggs c. I out of their 
house and shuffle along the boards to the edge 
of the porch. Later Lavang came out on his 
porch and lit his pipe. I was mad clear 
through. It was bad enough to have im- 
ported a band and have them go back on the 
bargain. But to have the whole settlement 
kept awake by their darned playing was 
- too far. 

I'm here in Honolulu because King Jede- 
iliah was euchred by that little German band. 
■■nly that night, but every night for a 
month I never saw them, nor could I get a 
glimpse of them ; only I could hear them 
begin to piny along towards midnight when 
tin' surf trot low and the sea breeze didn't 
come in. And every night those three white 
thieves, men that I'd saved from the gallows 
and worse, crept out on their porches and 
li.-tened. 

I know when I'm beat. At the end of 
that month the Kingdom of Enid was de- 
moralized. The army would n't take heart in 
their drill and Himmelfritz and Lavang and 
Boggs were worse than mutinous. How 're 
you going to deal with a man that doesn't 
hear what you say half the time and spends 
the other half mooning in his quarters f I 
tell you it 11 put the livest sort of kingdom 
strictly on the blink. 

it the end of the month I sent Himmel- 
fritz up the mountain with my ultimatum. 
"Tell 'em to quit playing and come down and 
I'll ship 'em out right away," was my words. 

"Do you mean that T" asks Himmel. 

"You dont think I'm going to have those 
Dutch nightingales singing in my kingdom, 
do youf You tell 'em they can 't get out of 
here fast enough." 

"Howl you get them outf" he co m e t 
back at me. 

"By Heck! I'll send 'em to Samoa by the 
Bess of Bath," I says. "Anything to get rid 
of them." 

So Himmelfritz departs as envoy extra- 
ordinary to the little German band and 



brings 'em down. By Heck, I laughed when 
I saw 'em, mad as I was. 

Imagine at sundown a half-dozen of 
bearded Dutchmen, each with his horn or his 
flute, parading down q lane a hot evening 
with blue uniform and heavy cap on, all 
blowing a tune as solemn as I'm sitting here! 
The Bess was lying in the lagoon, nil ready 
for them, and they went on past the palace. 
blowing away at their instruments, the Ka- 
naka*, marching liehind and humming the 
song. I came out on the lanai and watched 
'em go by, quite like any king reviewing his 
army. And they tootled and blew along, step, 
step, step, hup, hup, hup, their cheeks puffed 
out, their bodies swinging to the music. 

Somehow I bated to see that band go; I 
sort of stood up straight and waved my hand. 
The leader looked over at me and they 
stopped. The tune stopped. Everything 
stopped. And then the leader waved his horn 
and they stepped off again, playing an old 
'Frisco dancehall tune. I did n't know just 
what it was, but as they passed out of 
I remembered. 

(The king forgot his glass and threw his 
head back. His eyes rested on the nymph on 
the ceiling. He seemed lost in thought. He 
awakened to say : ) 

That was the old tune they nlaved. The 
last tune played in the Kingdom of Enid. 1 
forget the words. They went down the 
white road under the dark palms. I saw 
them come out on the beach and then, by- 
Heck, I saw the end of my ambitions. Be- 
hand them, leading the ruck of Kanakas, was 
Himmelfritz, with his white clothes on and 
his bag in his hand. There was Boggs, tool- 
ing along with his head on his breast, and 
Lavang, too, with his cap on the back of his 
head. 

I tell you I was hurt Had n't I picked all 
three of 'em out of the gutter and made m«-i. 
of themf Hadn't I put money in 
pockets and given them the run of my 
island f And they left me, left me cold to 
follow a little German band. They got int.' 
the boat with them and went out to the Bess. 
I heard Lavang's voice ordering the crew 
about when they set the topsail and Boggs 
singing at the halliards. 

It 's lonely to be a king. I stood there and 
the Bess lifted her anchor and warped out to 
the reef. They hoisted the foresail and she 
slipped through out upon the open sea. . The 



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moon lit her up. I saw them all on her decks. 
The band played and the Bess took the long 
swells and I never said a word. I never 
called to them. They never said good-bye, 
damn them ! 

"But why did you leave?" I demanded. 

"They sent the schooner back," he said 
simply. "Enid is for sale, treasury, band- 
stand and palace. I'm done with it. My 
wife is dead and the children are well fixed." 

I looked at him, a man in the prime of life, 
giving up a kingdom. "What are you going 
to do?" I asked. 

King Jedediah's face was turned toward 
the eternally posturing siren of half a world 
away. "I'm going home," he said mildly. 
"I've had my day and I've come to the end of 
the fun of it. I knew it that night when 
the band went by — going home — playing that 
tune. Himmelfritz, Boggs and Lavang went. 
By Heck ! the King 's going, too !" 

I went back to the office and wrote mv 



paragraph about the King of Enid. The 
Oldest Journalist in the South Seas was 
putting on his coat as I finished. "What 
did Jedediah have to say?" he inquired. 

"He said he was put out of business by a 
little German band," I replied. 

"Any story in it?" he pursued. 

"A stickful," I responded. 

But later, in San Francisco, I watched a 
parade of the city's workingmen. They 
passed up Market street to the blare of 
trumpet and the beat of drum, with banners 
waving and legends flaunting in the breeze. 
Behind an immense pennant bearing the 
words, "Stevedores Local, No. 16," stepping 
along with his eyes fixed on some invisible 
guidon, I saw King Jedediah. He did not 
see me, for he was following the band. Prob- 
ably the kings still gather in Andrew's 
waiting for Kaheamanu's cry, "Somebody 
coming !" But Jedediah, no longer king, will 
never come again. He has gone home. 



A Mix-up in Souls 



By Robert Whitaker 




the words. 



F the remark had come a 
minute later it would have 
been meaningless to me, for I 
know I was on the verge of 
a dead faint. As it was I 
caught the idea rather than 
Yet feeble as was my mental 
grasp, it was like the clutch of desperate 
fingers when one has fallen overboard. I 
was going down in a horror of thick dark- 
ness, a rushing, roaring noise in my ears, 
and a choking in my throat. Then of a sud- 
den something touched me, something strong 
but elusive, and as the last words of the 
sentence went whirling by me I reached out 
and seized their meaning as one might lay 
hold of a rope, and was drawn rapidly to 
the surface again. I thought for how long 
I know not that it was night, and that I was 
dragging in the wake of some vessel. I 



could see the lights on the stern of the 
ship, and was dimly conscious that some 
hand was reaching out for me. Then I 
knew that the lights were the wide staring 
eyes of Mrs. Bentley, who sat next to me 
in the pew, and her hand it was that was 
extended toward me. 

I do not think that I had any definite in- 
tention at the moment our hands met. I 
was simply relieved to get the mastery of 
myself once more. I took her hand gladly, 
for it was a large, motherly hand, and I felt 
like being mothered just then. She smiled 
and turned toward the preacher as if wholly 
assured that my momentary faintness was 
entirely of the past, but she left her hand 
lying in mine as if she would still give me 
of her strength. My eyes ' followed hers, 
but I did not hear what the preacher was 
saying, for the reason that the sight of him, 



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47 



ami the feeling of Mrs. Bentley's band in 
mine, brought vividly before me the startling 
though! which had shocked me into self- 
control just as consciousness was slipping 
away. 

I wondered now if I had heard Dr. Wolf- 
endon aright. He was always a bold and 
progressive thinker, yet I had never heard 
him broach such an idea before, though 
something like it had often passed through 
■ wn mind. But for* Mrs. Bentley's 
warm, living hand, I might have thought 
i still dreaming. It was her very real 
and very human touch which not only re- 
assured me, but suddenly suggested to me 
to prove the almost incredible proposition 
then and there. Our hands were both un- 
gloved, perhaps because the day waa warm, 
though I did not remember removing my 
own. We were both in meditative mood, and 
peculiarly sympathetic by reason of help 
given and received. And the idea possessed 
me, so that 1 knew if it were ever possible 
it could never be more possible than at that 
very moment. 

If I thought at all of her right to be con- 
sulted before the experiment was made, my 
longing to know just a few minutes of per- 
fect health and strength thrust such consid- 
eration aside. I did not figure on the length 
of time the exchange should be continued, 
nor as to how, and whether if the transfer- 
ence were once accomplished a retransfer 
could be made. I felt only with feverish 
eagerness the marvelous possibility, the sug- 
gestion of which had mastered me when 
nearly lost to consciousness, and the singular 
opportunity to test it which that very ex- 
perience had brought me. 

I low soon Mrs. Bentley felt the power of 
my purpose I do not know. I had exerted 
: almost to the point of fainting again, 
when she turned and looked at me with curi- 
ous eyes. The wonder in her eyes grew and 
deepened into profound jierplexity not un- 
mixed with fear as I held her with my gaze. 
She is a very unimaginative woman, but 
either her imagination awoke before we 
passed or else the transfer was accomplished 
before I had full consciousness of it. The 
transition was so sudden at the last I cannot 
be certain about the sensations which just 
immediately preceded it. I know that one 
moment I was looking intently into Mrs. 
Bentley's eyes and the next I wss looking 



out of them at the semblance of my former 
self sitting just where I had sat at the end 
of the pew, while Mr. Bentley drowsed se- 
renely beside me on the other side. 

For a full minute, I should judge, the 
thing that dominated my consciousness was 
the riot of good health which coursed through 
my veins. Though never an invalid for any 
length of time, I have never been robust. 
Besides being at least twenty years younger 
than Mrs. Bentley, I am as compared with 
her a mere child in size snd strength. Imag- 
ine my feelings now as I looked at her. sit- 
ting there in the guise of ray former self, a 
slight, frail woman of less than thirty years, 
whom I felt as if I could take into my arms 
and caress into comfort and calm. I was as 
intoxicated with joy as she was dazed with 
wonder. I could have shouted from shear 
sense of overflowing life. It was this very 
exuberance of spirit which wakened me to 
the embarrassments of my position. For- 
getful for the moment of where I was, I 
opened my mouth wide to take one deep, full 
breath, and expand my ample breast. Some- 
thing in my mouth dropped. My ungloved 
tiand went up just in time to save me from 
the confusion of losing my teeth into my lap. 

The surprise of it brought me bolt up- 
right with a suddenness that shook the pew. 
Perhaps it is fortunate that Mrs. Bentley's 
movements are usually more deliberate than 
mine, in view of the ordinary difference in 
our weight. But it was unfortunate that I 
had forgotten that with all her excellent 
health, Mrs. Bentley, by reason of an acci- 
dent, had lately lost three front teeth, which 
had been replaced more recently with a par- 
tial plate. It was evident that as yet some 
conscious effort on her part was required to 
hold them in place. 

The jar of my surprise awoke Mr. Bent- 
ley so abruptly that his spectacles fell off. 
He picked them up confusedly, and looked at 
me with some alarm. Then, seeing my hand 
at my mouth, a quiet twinkle came to his 
eyes, followed by s mock reproof, which in- 
stantly overwhelmed me with the realization 
that in my p r es en t situation I was Mr. Bent- 
ley's wife. 

Now, Mr. Bentley is twelve years older 
than Mrs. Bentley, and therefore more than 
thirty years my senior. He is reckoned s 
good man, but besides certain habits which I 
could not easily endure in sny rosn, Mr. 



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Bentley has a face not very likely to attract 
any girl as sensitive to good looks as I am. 
Besides there was a much younger and hand- 
somer man no farther off than the pulpit for 
whom I — but never mind my feeling toward 
him. At that time I had hardly confessed 
the sentiment to myself. The mild reproof 
in Mr. Bentley's eyes compelled me to face 
possibilities in my rash and hasty experi- 
ment which made my heart stand still, gen- 
erous and vigorous as that newly acquired 
organ was. Perhaps my face paled, for Mr. 
Bentley's eyes changed to a tenderness which 
did not in the least relieve my distress. 

I turned from him to the little woman at 
the end of the pew whose body I had called 
my own for nearly thirty years, and grasped 
her hand in no motherly way, pressing it 
almost fiercely as I strove with all my mind 
to reverse the wonderful and now terrible 
transference of a few minutes before. The 
soft brown eyes I had heard so often 
praised stared back at me helplessly, as if 
half-comprehending my purpose, but press 
and strive as I would, my consciouness cluDg 
stubbornly to its new habitation. 

"You must help me; you must think your- 
self back again," I said, intensely, for the 
audience now stood and was singing, and we 
two stood with them, hand in hand. Yet 
verse after verse they sang, and all our 
efforts were in vain. Once I thought wildly 
of grasping Mr. Bentley's hand and trans- 
ferring with him in the hope that somehow I 
could get back indirectly to my former place. 
But I refused the suggestion, lest I should 
make matters worse. The service had ceased, 
and Mr. Bentley had hold of my arm and 
was actually leading me out of the pew, 
when, with a desperate resignation to my 
fate, I turned for a farewell handclasp with 
the even more helpless Mrs. Bentley. And 
lo, I was myself again, and Mrs. Bentley, in 
her accustomed buxom body which I had 
just quitted, with a strange, terror-stricken 
glance at me, dropped my hand hastily and 
with her husband hurried down the aisle. 

That last moment when I gave myself up 
for lost and submitted to be led away as Mrs. 
Bentley ought to have been sufficient to deter 
me from ever repeating my extraordinary 
experiment. For weeks afterwards Mrs. 
Bentley was unmistakably shy of me, and I 
shall have to confess that the near approach 
of Mr. Bentley brought back the unspeakable 



sensations which had all but paralyzed me 
into consenting to be his wife the rest of my 
day?. For my own sake as well as Mrs. 
Bentley's, therefore, I was glad to avail my- 
self of some slight excuse and change my 
seat to another quite on the opposite side of 
the church. 

I had occupied the new seat but a short 
while when I fancied a difference in the 
occasional glances of the minister my way. 
He had looked me frankly in the eyes before, 
too frankly I feared, if he knew what 
thoughts I entertained of him. I suppose I 
did not allow sufficiently at the time for the 
fact that the gossip which connected our 
names was much more likely to come to me 
than it was to reach him. I had grown up in 
the church, while Dr. Wolfendon had been 
there less than a year. Besides I was the 
only child of one of the most prominent fam- 
ilies in the church, and had an independent 
fortune in my own right. Add to this that I 
am reckoned more than ordinaraily good 
looking despite my delicate health, have usu- 
ally been credited with an amiable disposi- 
tion, and to the extent of my ability have 
always been active in the church as well as a 
generous supporter of all its work, and it 
can hardly be accounted strange that many 
members, among the women particularly, had 
ventured certain hints and surmises, both 
serious and facetious, which had awakened 
interesting imaginations in my own mind. 
Dr. Wolfendon, though not exactly hand- 
some, is a man of impressive appearance, 
and a very popular preacher. And even be- 
fore he came I had been told .more than once 
that I was destined to be a minister's wife. 

Since my changed position, Dr. Wolfendon 
looked at me less frequently, and, I was sure, 
with far more self-consciousness in his gaze. 
Sometimes I fancied he blushed ever so 
faintly, and with quick diffidence diverted 
his eyes. I was correspondingly elated, I 
admit, and possibly my own eyes- showed a 
degree of sympathy and tenderness which 
heightened the effect in him. I ought to have 
discovered the facts in the case before, and 
it is only fair to myself to say that when I 
saw the situation as it really was, my shame 
and chagrin were due as much to disgust 
with myself as to disappointment on account 
of the minister. I felt it to lose him, but I 
felt it more that I had come so near to 
making a fool of myself. 



A MIX-UP IN SOULS. 



M 



I wonder yet bow I could have been so un- 
utterly stupid as to ignore the fact that 
Mabel Hawkins sat close beside me in the 
new pew. She is four years younger than I, 
and better looking, though there is one man 
who will not admit that last count. But she 
certainly is an exceedingly pretty girl, and 
as loveable in her ways as she is beautiful 
in feature and fonu. I have never blamed 
Dr. Wolfendon for falling in love with ber, 
although I was terribly cut up the Sunday I 
stumbled on the fact that his diffident eager- 
nan when he looked our way was all on her 
account. The revelation came in a moment, 
and I think both of them knew that I bad 
caught them. Fortunately neither of them 
knows to this day that I ever fancied him, or 
supposed that he fancied me. I wish I had 
been as sure of that then as I am now. 

They were a good deal confused, but their 
confusion was nothing to the tumult in me. 
I was angry and amused, ashamed and 
offended, teased and triumphant all at the 
same time. All of this I remember, and 1 
remember also that I did not mean to do 
Mabel Hawkins any wrong, or to steal in dis- 
guise the affection which I had honestly cov- 
eted and which she had quite as honestly and 
entry won. I do not know how it hap- 
pened. I really think that I meant something 
like congratulation, though of course I could 
not say it outright yet, when I took her hand. 
My excitement may have bad something to 
do with it, or again the heat of the day. I 
did not know that it had happened till I saw 
ber suddenly drop in the seat, at the end 
of the pew where I had sat, and then cover 
her face with her hands, and start for the 
doot. I was after her at once, oblivious of 
the curious, half-sympathetic glances of the 
eongregat ; on as we hurried out. 

"Mabel," I cried, as we passed through 
the door, quite forgetful of her appearance, 
•■wait n minute, dear." 

She turned and looked at me, and then 
with a pitiful cry threw her hands to her 
eyes again, and sank into a chair just be- 
side the vestry door. At the same moment 
a handsome looking fellow, with eyes so 
much like Mabel Hawkins's that I ought to 
have recognized bim at once, bounded up the 
steps two or three at a time, and before I 
knew what his intentions were, had gathered 
me into his arms, and kissed me repeatedly 
upon the lips. 



Of course I screamed a little, and drew 
back, only to find myself held tight, and 
looking straight into a pair of loving, laugh- 
ing eyes that thrilled me through and 
through. "What 's the matter, Queen Mab," 
he said. "Dont you know your big brother? 
Of course I ought to have sent you word. 
but I did n't know I was going to get here 
today." 

At the sound of his voice Mabel Hawkins, 
as I can but call her though she wore my 
body then, leaped wildly to her feet and cry- 
ing out, "Oh, Tom, Tom, I'm so glad you 've 
come. Take me home, Tom; there's some- 
thing the matter with me," threw herself into 
his arms before I could fairly get myself 
away. 

Tom Hawkins's fine eyes looked dazed 
enough then. The girl in his arms had her 
own anus so tightly about his neck that be 
could not disengage them at once. I think 
he was not more perplexed by her words and 
her behavior than he was by my manner, 
however, for be regarded me with a ques- 
tioning surprise that forced me to say some- 
thing, though I hardly knew what it was I 
said. 

"She isn't herself, and I'm not myself. 
Perhaps it is the heat. Carry her into the 
vestry, Mr. Hawkins — Tom. I' mean," and I 
blushed, and stumbled awkwardly as I 
turned toward the door which led into the 
side room. 

There was genuine alarm in his eyes now, 
but the people were beginning to come out, 
and he followed me quickly, still carrying 
the fainting girl in his arms. 

"Get me some water, Tom," I said, forcing 
myself to smile upon him as I imagined his 
sister would, but thrilling inwardly at such 
familiar use of his name. "The faucet 's 
in the kitchen ; it 's over there." and I 
pointed to another door. 

He laid the girl down gently enough on a 
settee, releasing himself with difficulty, and 
went to do as I had bidden. I seized her 
hand as soon as he was gone, and tried to 
force myself back, but could not. Just as 
he returned she opened ber eyes and moaned, 
"Ob, Tom, Tom!" and seeing me, snatched 
her hand away and cried out as if I had 
struck her. "Take her away, take ber 
away I" she said. 

"Yon 'd better stand out of ber sight, sis," 
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with unutterable thoughts. "She seems 
somehow upset about you, and a little mixed 
up with you," and he smiled at me quiz- 
zically. 

Whether it was the manner in which she 
bad greeted him, or whether it was her really 
touching distress, or whether it was some- 
thing better than either of these, it was evi- 
dent to me immediately that Tom was greatly 
taken with the prostrate girl. And when I 
looked at her and realized who she was in 
physical form, and looking into my own 
consciousness confessed to myself the in- 
stantaneous passion which Tom Hawkins had 
stirred in me, I could have fainted too in 
the agony of my desire to get back to myself 
again. I dared not think yet how this epi- 
sode could be explained or my standing se- 
cured with Tom Hawkins if the retransfer 
were made, or if the query did disturb me 
for an instant, I put it away with the re- 
flection that Tom Hawkins would put the 
whole incident down to the heat of the day 
and sympathetic excitement upon my part, 
or rather upon his sister's part, for as such 
of course he regarded me. 

In the midst of this tumult of desire and 
conjecture the door opened and the Bentleys 
and Dr. Wolfendon came in, followed closely 
by Mr. and Mrs. Wattles, the latter carrying 
a young child in her arms. I knew them all, 
but whether Mabel Hawkins did or not, I 
could not say. Happily Tom Hawkins did 
not wait for introductions, nor did any of 
the newcomers seem to expect anything of 
the kind. 

Dr. Wolfendon looked at me with a solici- 
tude and tenderness in his eyes which ought 
to have moved me to a great gladness had I 
really felt toward him as I had imagined I 
felt. I think he was disappointed at my 
response, for I was simply more confused 
and distressed. The Bentleys paid no atten- 
tion to me, but with an unselfishness and 
courage which I did not appreciate till aft- 
erward, gave themselves to ministering to the 
girl with whom Tom was chiefly concerned. 
Then, in my anxiety and excitement, I lost 
all self-control. "Oh, Mrs. Bentley," I cried, 
"let me help," and clasped her hand. In- 
stantly I had transferred with her. And 
almost as quickly she had collapsed, though 
it seemed to everybody but me that it was 
Tom Hawkins's sister who went dow« in a 
dead faint. 



It was the minister who sprang to her 
help, and I knew a moment afterwards that 
in some marvelous way they had unwittingly 
and unintentionally exchanged. His m nd 
must have been the stronger of the two, for 
the supposed Mabel Hawkins stood up, albeit 
somewhat dazed, and to all appearances the 
minister fainted away. The rest of the com- 
pany looked as if they were on the point of 
either fainting or making for the door. 

The minister was Mabel Hawkins, Mrs. 
Bentley was the minister, I was Mrs. Bent- 
ley, and Mabel Hawkins was I. Fortunately, 
Tom Hawkins, and Mr. Bentley, and the 
Wattles, including the baby, were still them- 
selves. Yet this lasted only for a moment, 
for Mr. Bentley, supposing me to be his 
wife, grabbed my hand to draw me away, 
and instantly had taken possession of his 
wife's buxom body, while I, very unwillingly, 
had possession of his. 

After that I could no longer follow the 
transitions. I only know that Tom Hawkins 
spoke rather gruffly to me, "Here, help me 
lift this girl," and that we had no sooner 
touched hands than he was Mr. Bentley and 
I was Tom. He was so surprised that he 
let go, and our burden rolled heavily on the 
floor. Then I think that Tom and the minis- 
ter must have passed somehow, so that the 
minister was Mr. Bentley and Tom was his 
own sister. Mrs. Wattles handed the baby 
to Mr. Wattles and tried to do something for 
Mrs. Bentley, who was lying unconscious as 
the minister. Mrs. Bentley waked, but got 
mixed up with Mrs. Wattles. I saw the 
minister try to take the baby, and then go 
sprawling' to the floor, where he broke forth 
in the most perfect imitation of baby bawl- 
ing I ever heard. It took me a full minute 
to comprehend that he was the baby, but I 
could not tell whether the baby was the min- 
ister, or Mrs. Bentley, or its own mother. 
Mr. Wattles was the only one who had es- 
caped, and I knew that he was going to get 
mixed up, too, for he had just reached out 
toward the baby, which looked at him in a 
strangely mature, though somewhat be- 
wildered manner, when I somehow got hold 
of the hand that had formerly been mine, 
and lo, I was myself again. And in the same 
instant Mabel Hawkins was Tom. 

"She 's coming to," I heard a deep voice 
say, as I nearly strangled with the water 
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lil ' — - 1 looked uj) into Turn Hawkins's face, 
hut with the horrible consciousness that be 
was really Mabel. 

"Oh," 1 said, "I'm all right now, hut I've 
• iu awfully mixed up. Everybody's 
somebody else, and I dont see how I'm ever 
going to get you back into your own place. 
If I ever get you straightened out, Tin 
never going to be anybody but myself again." 

Then Tom Hawkins laughed in my face, 
such a kindly, rollicking, wonderful laugh, 
and he and Mabel had me between them, 
and the minister and the rest of them were 
following us to the carriage outside, into 
which they got me and took me home. It 
took Tom, who sat beside me, all the time 
that we were driving home to convince me 
that I had been myself all the time, and that 
I had fainted away as I sat in the pew be- 
side Mrs. Bentley, and had been carried out 
into the vestry, where he had been called to 
doctor me as soon as he came on the scene. 



It took uie a good deal longer to hud out 
that just as I fainted away, the m nutter bad 
actually made some remark about spiritual 
exchange, though he did n't mean it quite as 
I took it, of course. It was Mabel who told 
me this, after she and Dr. Wolfendon were 
engaged. But it wasn't until after another 
engagement which interested me a good deal 
more was announced that Tom confessed to 
me the sweet surprise with which he heard 
me call out his name when I was dead to 
everybody else, and before he knew that I 
had so much as heard of him. 

"But did you really kiss me then and 
there f" I asked, thrilling anew at the mem- 
ory of my dream. 

"Or did you throw your arms about my 
neck, and ask me to take you on sight f" he 
answered, teasingly. 

"Oh, I did n't, Tom," I said. 

"Perhaps I dreamed, too," he replied. 
And then I hid my face in his arms. 



Unspoken 

By Ralph I.. Han 



So small upon this lonely hill I lie, 
O'erwhelmed beneath a bursting storm of stars! 
And long for poet's strength to break the bars 
That doom the soul's expression to a cry; 
For lyre, winged words to match the 
A skill to paint the glory weakness mars, 
A touch to 'wake the music that declares 
The cherished thought is destined not to die. 
So might I dip my pen in midnight blue, 
And write upon some future ancient scroll 
The stru-^ling verse that tries to tell anew 
The same eternal burden of the soul — 
That inward-stirring dun.', response to bird, 
And sky, and stream, that sings, although unheard. 



The Settler 



By Herman Whitaker 



SUMMARY OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS. 
The storj opens In the "Park Lands of the Fertile Belt" in Northern Manitoba with a scene between 
Carter, "The Settler," a young American of the Middle States, and one nines, a low-caste Canadian, who is 
trespassing on unpatented hay lands that belong, by settler custom, to Morrill, a young American lawyer, 
who is dying of consumption. Calling on Morrill after disposing of Hlnes, Carter learns that his sister. 
Helen, has been left homeless by the death of their father, and will be at Lone Tree Station, sixty miles 
away, the following day. Goes to meet her, and while waiting for her train acts as spokesman for a 
deputation with a petition for a branch line, and much impresses the general manager of the road by 
his knowledge and address. So is laid the foundation for the historic railway struggle in future chapters. At 
first sight, Helen Morrill classifies Carter with her tradesmen at home, and is much disconcerted at the end 
of a reckless drive to find that he has been trying her out by his own peculiar standards. Discovering that 
Hines has incited Bender, a brutal giant of the lumber woods, to trespass on Morrill's hay rights. Carter 
outwits the pair by calling the neighbors in for a mowing "bee." Angered, thereafter, by a taunt from 
Hines, Bender -cuts on him Instead, and, afraid to venture out himself, Hlnes sends Jenny, his orphan child, 
a thin, overworked girl of seventeen, to rake hay that is spoiling in the sun. Relenting, Bender cocks her 
hay, but not until, at midnight a month later, he picks her up on the prairie, turned outdoors by her father, 
does he realize the real cause of the sick misery in her eyes. Confined in his cabin, he. his chum, the 
Cougar, Carter and the Morrills, silence Hines and conspire successfully to keep the wronged child within 
their rough social pale; ind the delicacy which all display in the matter gives Helen a new viewpoint and 
mightily raises Carter in her estimation. Determined to win her, he makes himself necessary to her by his 
kindness, consideration and helpfulness through Morrill's long sickness and death; is true to her under 
temptation from Mrs. Leslie, a stylish Englishwoman, and wins her away from Molyneux, a retired captain 
of English cavalry and exploiter of "farm pupils." This forms the first climax. The second section opens 
one year after the Carters' marriage. Everything has gone wrong. The promised branch was not built, the 
frost destroys their grain, Helen's clothing is grown more than shabby, she is aware of a coarsening of 
body, feels herself being dragged down, down, down to the low level of the gaunt settler women. At a 
picnic she Is humiliated by the rough badinage of neighboring women until rescued by Mrs. Leslie and 
Molyneux, and goes thence in a condition of active rebellion against her lot. In the eleventh chapter her 
humiliation Is crowned by a visit from wealthy and cultured Eastern friends; and, knowing that they are 
coming, she Is influenced by pique, chance and Mrs. Leslie's temptation, and so allows her husband to go 
away for a week's Jaunt to the lumber woods without informing him of the proposed visit. Carter, how- 
ever, turns up unexpectedly. The outcome of the misunderstanding is that Helen is left to herself while 
Carter goes to logging in a grim determination to forget the sorrow of his married life. 




CHAPTER XVI. 

A House Party. 

^NE morning some three weeks 
after Molyneux's departure, 
Helen sat in her doorway, 
reading, as certain an indica- 
tion of Spring as the honk 
of the wild geese speeding 
northward on the back of the amorous south 
wind. As yet the prairie sloughs wore mail 
of ice, but from dizzy heights those keen- 
eyed voyageurs discerned tricklings and wee 
pools under sheltered forest banks, sufficient 
till the laggard sun should smite the snows 
and fill the air with tinklings and gurglings, 
loose the strange sound of running waters 
on the frozen silence. Another month would 
do it. Already the drifts were packing and 
the hard trails traversed the sinking snows 
like mountain chains on a relief map. In 
Helen's dooryard, stratas of yellow chips, 
debris of the Winter's furious firing, were 
beginning to appear — with them lost articles ; 
indoed, Nels was gobbling joyously over the 

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retrieval of an axe when Leslie's team and 
cutter came swinging into the yard. 

Mrs. Leslie was driving and, seeing Helen, 
screamed from a hundred yards, "They are 
coming! All of 'em!" 

"Who?" Helen asked, when the ponies 
stopped at the door. 

"Why Edith Newton, Mrs. Jack Charters, 
Sinclair Rhodes — you remember? I told you 
that I should givea house party for the 
Regis folks when the frosts let up. Hurry 
and pack up your war paint ! They '11 be 
here tomorrow and I need your help. No 
refusal ! Fred is going in to Lone Tree to- 
morrow and Jenny can go down with him; 
Nels will cook for himself, wont you, Nels?" 

"I tank I can cook, yes." Nels ceased his 
jubilations over the axe long enough to sea- 
son his assent with a bleached grin. 

"There! it's all fixed." Bustling inside, 
she talked volubly while assisting in Helen's 
selections. "Yes, take that, you look your 
sweetest in it, and I imported Captain Chap- 
man especially for you. That also, you '11 
need it evenings. No, Captain Charters is n't 

Harper and Brothers 



THK SKTTLER. 



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coming. Some Indian trouble called him 
west. Oh, Mrs. Jack wont care — I'm the 
loser, for he was always my cavalier." 

Driving home, she rattled steadily, enter- 
taining Helen with descriptions of her ex- 
pected guests, giving their pedigrees, aristo- 
cratic connections, while she spiced her dis- 
course with malicious fact. Sinclair K 
had secured his appointment as land agent at 
Regis through distant cousinship to the Gov- 
ernor-General. And why notT The offices 
ought to go to well-bred people! He had 
money, must have, for his salary and ex- 
penses were out of all proportion — so much 
so as to cause comment by malicious people, 
envious souls! What if he did make a little. 
as they said, on the sidef The government 
could afford it and everyone knew what Ca- 
nadians were in office! People who live in 
glass houses, and so forth! It was simply 
racial envy ! She was also becomingly in- 
dignant over the action of certain Canadians 
who had made trouble for Captain Chapman 
in the matter of Mounted Police supplies. 
What figure did a few tons of provisions cut 
in a gentleman's accounts T These commer- 
cial intellects with their mathematical exact- 
ness were horrid! Newton f He was an ap- 
pointee of Rhodes! No! no relation — she 
waived further description of the Newtons. 
omitted the pregnant fact that Charles New- 
ton's presence cut as little figure in his wife's 
social calculations as Captain Charters' ab- 
sence did in those of Mrs. Jack. 

Caution, doubtless, counseled the omission. 
The quail is not flushed till the net be spread. 
Yet the reservation was hardly necessary in 
ttio light of Helen's condition. Judgment of 
another's action is colored by one's own 
mental state, and she was not so likely to be 
shocked by one who had defied the conven- 
tions against which she herself was in open 
mutiny. Anyway, she liked Mrs. Jack at 
first sight, despite the scandalous manner in 
which she flirted with Charles Newton the 
first night at table. Big, tall, and fair, large 
eyes expressed her saving grace, an unpar- 
alleled frankness that seemed to sterilize her 
flirtations and rob them of impropriety. 
Twice during the meal she retailed Newton's 
tender asides to his wife, asking, laughingly, 
if the recognized the vintage. 

However, being, as yet, in happy ignorance 
of many things that would soon cause her 
serious disquiet. Helen thoroughly enjoyed 



that first evening. The well-appointed table 
with its sparkling glass, silver, snowy napery, 
the well-groomed people and their correct 
speech alike fed her starved aesthetic senses 
while they aroused dormant social qualities. 
She laughed, chattered, capped Mrs. Jack's 
sallies, displaying animation and wit that 
simply astonished Mrs. Leslie. Her wonder, 
indeed, caused Edith Newton to whisper in 
Mrs. Jack's ear: 

"Elinor looks as though she had imported 
a swan in mistake for a duckling. Look at 
Sinclair — positively smitten. Giving her all 
his attention, though he took Elinor in. The 
girl seems to like him, too." 

Mrs. Jack's big eyes rested on the laugh- 
ing face turned up to Rhodes. "Dont be- 
lieve a word he says, my dear," she suddenly 
called across the table. "And look out for 
him. He 's dangerous." 

Though she laughed, as she spoke, Rhodes 
must have sensed a serious motive behind Iter 
hilarity, for he glanced up with quick annoy- 
ance. "Do I look itf" he asked, turning 
again to Helen. 

Nature does not lie. His narrowly spaced 
eyes, salient facial angles, dull skin, heavy 
lips, carried his certificate of degeneracy. A 
physiognomist would have pronounced him 
dangerous to innocence as a wild beast on 
less evidence, but to Helen's inexperience he 
appeared as a man unusually -handsome, pro- 
file or front face. The significant angles did 
not alter the good modelling of his nose and 
chin or affect the regularity of his features. 
Tall, slim, irreproachable in manner and 
dress, there was no scratch to reveal the base 
metal beneath his electroplate refinement. 

"You certainly dont," she answered, 
laughing. 

"Then," he said, with mock gravity, "I 
can patiently suffer the sting of calumny." 

"Calumnyt" Mrs. Jack echoed, teasingly. 
"Calumny t What's that T" 

"Synonym for conscience," Edith New- 
ton put in, with a spice of malice. For 
though the conquest of Rhodes — to which 
Regis gossip wickedly laid her husband's ap- 
pointment in the land office — was now stale 
with age and tiresome to herself, she was 
selfish enough to resent his defection. 

Her husband joined in the badinage. "Sin- 
clair found it while rummaging Fred's coat 
for matches." 

Now Leslie's simplicity was as much of a 



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joke to them as it was with the Canadian set- 
tlers, and under cover of the laugh Captain 
Chapman, a big blonde of the moustached 
dragoon type — the type which wins Eng- 
land's cricket matches while losing all her 
wars — leaned over and whispered in New- 
ton's ear. "Leslie will lose more than his 
conscience if he does n't look out. La belle 
Elinor is badly smitten." Aloud, he said, 
"Sinclair would n't know what to do with it, 
Mrs. Newton, I assure you." 

"I might pass it on to you," Rhodes re- 
torted, then, turning to Helen, he said, 
"Hearken not to the tongue of envy, Mrs. 
Carter. I'm a very sober person." 

Believing it all pleasant fooling, she 
laughed at his mock seriousness, and there- 
after gave him so much of her attention that 
it became a subject of comment. "Rhodes is 
making heavy running there," Newton said, 
toward the close of the evening; and, con- 
ceitedly stroking his yellow mustache, Chap- 
man answered, "Wait till I get my innings." 

"After me," Newton answered. "I'm next 
at the bat." 

The early days of the party Helen found 
equally enjoyable. On the frontier, amuse- 
ment is a home product and shares the su- 
periority of domestic jams and jellies over 
the commercial article. They caught the 
fickle damsel, Pleasure, coming and going, 
reaping the satisfaction of spectator and en- 
tertainer. By day they skated, drove, or 
curled on a rink which Leslie had laid out; 
nights, they sang, danced, played games, 
romped like children. 

Apart from a certain freedom in their in- 
tercourse — which she attributed to long ac- 
quaintance — Helen found nothing objection- 
able in the demeanor of her new friends dur- 
ing those first few days. On the contrary, 
she thought them a trifle dull. Their pre- 
glacial and ponderous humor excited her 
risibility; she laughed as often at as with 
them. At other times she could not but feel 
that they regarded her as alien, a pretty 
pagan without their social pale, and she 
would revolt against their enormous egotism, 
insolent national conceit. She broke many 
a lance on that impregnable shield. 

"You English," she flashed back when, 
one evening, Newton reflected on American 
pronunciation of certain English family 
names, "you Engl ; sh remind me of the Jews 
with their Sibboleth and Shibboleth. Is vour 



aristocracy so doubtful of its own identity 
that it was compelled to hedge itself against 
intrusion by the use of passwords? You may 
call Cholmondeley 'Chumley' if you choose, 
but we commit no crime in pronouncing it as 
spelled." 

Again when Edith Newton rallied her on 
some crude custom which she maintained was 
peculiarly American, Helen delivered a sharp 
riposte. "No, I never saw it done at home, 
but I have heard that it is quite common 
among English emigrants on trans-Atlantic 
liners." Such tiffs were, however, rare, and, 
to do them justice, men and women hastened 
to sacrifice national conceit on the altars of 
her wounded susceptibilities. 

Offense came later, on quite another score. 
At first she liked the attention paid her; the 
gallantry of the men put her on better terms 
with herself, renewed the confidence which 
had diminished to the vanishing point dur- 
ing her months of loneliness. But when 
constant association thawed the reserve nat- 
ural to first acquaintance and freedom 
evolved into familiarity, her instincts took 
alarm. Distressed, she observed the other 
women to see if she had been singled out. 
But no, they seemed quite comfortable under 
similar attentions, and they rallied her when 
she unfolded her misgivings at afternoon 
tea. 

"You should n't be so pretty, my dear," 
Mrs. Jack said, lai)gb::ig. "What can the 
poor men do?" Then they made fun of her 
scruples, satirising conventions and institu- 
tions which she had always regarded as nec- 
essary if not God-ordained. 

"Marriage," Edith Newton once cynically 
exclaimed, "is merely a badge of respecta- 
bility; useful as a shield from the slings 
and arrows." And from the depths of her 
own degeneracy she evolved the utterance, 
"Men are all beasts beneath the skin. Wise 
women use them for pleasure or profit." 

Helen revolted at that; it transcended her 
mutiny. But few people are made of martyr 
stuff — perhaps fortunately so; martyrs are 
uncomfortable folk and, wise in her eternal 
generation, Nature sprinkles them lightly 
over the mass of common clay. The average 
person easily takes the color of environment, 
so why not Helen? Thinking that, perhaps, 
she was a little prudish, she stifled her fears, 
tried to imitate the nonchalance of the 
others. She even made a few tentative at- 



THE BETTLEH. 



55 



tempts at daring — alas! as well expect a 
rabbit to ruffle it with wolves. Such immedi- 
ate and unwelcome results followed that she 
retired precipitously behind ramparts of 
blushing reserve. But the damage was done. 
Thereafter Chapman, Newton, Rhodes, one 
or another was constantly at her elbow; she 
was unpleasantly conscious that, having 
taken down her fences, they looked upon her 
as free game. 

The thought stirred her to fight. Chap- 
man, big man of the yellow mustache cav- 
alry type, she disposed of with a single re- 
buff that sent him back to Mr>. Jack's 
side. But Newton proved unmanageable. 
Impervious to snubs, his manner conveyed 
his idea that her modesty was simply a blind. 
His familiarities bordered on license. A 
good singer, he always asked her to play his 
accompaniments of evenings, and she would 
sicken as he used the pretense of turnini; a 
leaf to lean against her shoulder. At other 
times he made occasion to touch her; would 
pick threads from her jacket; lean across 
her to speak to her neighbor at table. 

By such tactics, he brought her. one morn- 
ing, to great confusion. A Cree Indian had 
driven in from the Assinaboine reserve with 
beadwork, moccasins and badger skin mit- 
tens, which he wished to trade for flour or 
bacon. With the other women, Helen was 
bending over to examine his wares, when 
Newton softly entered the kitchen. Stepping 
quietly up from behind, he laid a hand on 
Helen's hair. Taking him for one of the 
other women, she suffered it till Mrs. Leslie, 
who knew he was there, asked his opinion 
on a tobacco pouch. Then, before she could 
move, speak, cast off his hand, he pressed 
her head against h's wife's dark curls. 

"Just look at the contrast!" he admiringly 
exclaimed, and so robbed her anger. 

Yet so evident was the intent behind the 
excuse that even the Cree detected the sham. 
From Helen his brown glance traveled to 
Newton and back again. "He your mant" 
he asked. 

Vexed to the point of tears, she shook her 
head and bent over the beadwork to hide her 
embarrassment. But the Cree's rude notions 
of etiquette had .been jarred. Touching her 
shoulder, he sa*id, "He touch your hair." 

So simple, his comment yet pierced to the 
heart of the matter. Newton had fondled 
her hair, crown and svmbol of her woman- 



hood, a privilege of marriage. In an Indian 
tribe the offense would have loosed the 
slipping knife; a settler would have resented 
it with gnarled fist; but here the women tit- 
tered, while Chapman, who had also saun- 
tered in, laughed. 

Emboldened, perhaps, by immunity, the 
man's offensiveness developed into actual in- 
sult the evening of that same day. They 
had all been pulling taffy in the kitchen and, 
passing through a dark passage to the living- 
room, Helen felt an arm slip about her waist. 
Newton's face was still tingling from a vi-..r 
ous slap when she confronted him before 
them all in the living-room. Even bis hardi- 
hood quailed before her flushed and con- 
temptuous anger; he was not quite so ready 
with his excuse. 

"I beg your pardon, Mrs. Carter! Really, 
I mistook you for my wife." 

It was a lie on the face of it and, barbed 
with stinging truth, her retort drew a peal 
of laughter from the others. "Indeed? Your 
excuse is more remarkable than your mis- 
take." 

Offended as much by the laugh as the in- 
sult, she seated herself on a lounge by 
Leslie, the one man with whom she always 
felt safe. In him the stigma of degeneracy 
took another form ; the tired blood expressed 
itself in a prodigious simplicity. He lacked 
even the elements of vice. As his wife put 
it, "Fred is too stupid to be wicked." Yet 
withal he was very much of a man as far as 
his chuckleheadedness permitted, and now he 
offered real sympathy. 

"It was a caddish trick, Mrs. Carter, and 1 
mean to tell him so." 

"Oh, no!" she pleaded. "It wouldn't im 
prove matters to make a scene and he 's not 
likely to offend again. Please dont. Slav 
here — with me." 

"But I'm your host. Really, he deserves 
a thrashing." 

"No, no! Stay here! I dont feel equal 
to the otli> 

"I never do." Sitting again, he turned on 
her a look of beaming fellowship. "The girls 
all yawn and look terribly bored when I try 
to amuse them — except you. They dont seem 
to care for horses and dogs, the things that 
interest me." 

If, as a conversationalist, he did not shine, 
he at least brought her the first easy moments 
she had known that dav. and she turned a 



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sympathetic ear to some of his prattle. In- 
dicating Rhodes, who was leaning over Mrs. 
Leslie, he said, "You know I dont like that 
sort of thing. Elinor says I'm old-fashioned 
and I suppose she knows. Of course, she 
wouldn't do anything that wasn't proper, 
but a fellow has his feelings, and it does n't 
take a crime to hurt them, does it? She's 
up on the conventions, but it does seem to me 
that if a fellow has anything to say to an- 
other fellow's wife, he ought to say it aloud." 

Astonished that his dullness should have 
sensed the pervading sensualism, she studied 
him while he watched his wife, in his eyes 
something of that pitiful pleading one sees in 
a beaten dog. His words, moreover, banished 
her doubts as to whether her own misgivings 
did not root in hypercritical standards; re- 
stored her viewpoint. All week the atmos- 
phere had thickened as constant association 
banished reserve, and today freedom had at- 
tained its meridian. It was not the matter, 
but the manner of conversation that filled her 
with a great uneasiness — the whispers, asides, 
smiling stares, conscious laughter. The 
vitiated atmosphere caused her a feeling akin 
to suffocation, and in the midst of her sick 
revulsion Leslie dropped a remark that came 
like a breath of ozone. 

"I was awfully sorry to hear of the trou- 
ble between you and Carter. I always 
thought him such a fine fellow. He hadn't 
much use for me — any of us — still I liked 
him. He was a bit in the rough, of course, 
but I tell you character counts more than cul- 
ture, strength than refinement." 

Character counts more than culture, 
strength than refinement! To his simplicity 
had been vouched wisdom worthy of a phil- 
osopher. The phrase stabbed her. Up rose 
a vision of her husband as she had seen 
him that last miserable night, cold, stern, in- 
exorable, in the loom of the moonlight. In 
view of that colossal memory the Englishmen 
about her dwarfed to effeminate insignifi- 
cance. Vividly her own doubting recurred. 
And she had traded him — for this! The 
thought brought wretchedness too great for 
concealment. Her uneasiness was so mani- 
fest as to form the theme of a bedroom con- 
versation. 

Though comfortable — the one frame house 
in the settlements, a palace to Canadian 
eyes — Leslie's house boasted only two bed- 
rooms; so while the men made shift on 



shakedowns, Helen shared Mrs. Leslie's room, 
Edith Newton and Mrs. Jack the other. 

As she braided her hair for the night, the 
latter lady opened the conversation. "Did 
you notice how uncomfortable little Carter 
was this evening? She is a nice little thing, 
but she does n't mix. I dont see why Elinor 
invited her." 

"You dont, eh?" Edith Newton mumbled a 
mouthful of pins. "You are slow, Maud." 

"No — only lazy. Why should I puzzle 
over things when you are here? I'll bet you 
have pumped everybody dry long ago. Now — 
dispense." 

"I dont go round with my eyes shut," the 
other calmly answered. "To begin: Calvert 
Molyneux is completely gone on little Carter, 
whose husband, it seems left her because of 
some slight." 

"Hum!" Mrs. Jack elevated straight 
brows. "Foolish man to leave her to Calvert. 
So that is why he went home. Exits till the 
tarnished pearl be regulped by the conjugal 
oyster ! Clever !" 

"On the contrary" — she curled a full red 
lip — "he contemplates honorable marriage — 
dalliance, Dakota, divorce, everything that 
begins with D — down to eventual desertion 
if I know anything of Calvert. But fancv — 
HE?" 

" 'The devil in love, the devil a husband 
would be,' " Mrs. Jack misquoted. 

" 'The devil married, the devil a husband 
was he,' " Edith Newton finished. "But he is 
not married yet. She holds him off — foolish- 
ly. For you know Calvert — good in streaks, 
but ruled by his emotions and ruthless when 
they command. If she turns him down — " 

" — she '11 need to keep him at longer dis- 
tance than this house affords. But Elinor? 
This does n't explain her. She 's beastly sel- 
fish under her jolly little skin. Why is she 
posing as aid and advocate of love ?" 

"In love with Carter hubby — or 'was' would 
be more correct in view of her carryings-on 
with Sinclair. But the Carter attack, I 
understand, was very severe while it lasted. 
Think of it, Maud — Elinor to fall in love 
with a settler!" 

Mrs. Jack elevated naked shoulders. "Not 
at all surprising. Just the itching of her 
rotten blood for a few sound corpuscles. I've 
felt it myself at times. Dont look so 
shocked — you know we are rotten." 

"Maud! Maud!" 



THE SETTLEK. 



I Jack regarded her companion through nar- 
rowed lids. "I believe, Edith, yon keep up 
appearances with yourself. Why not be nat- 
ural for a change? But as you say. Elinor 
jMiin to have made a complete conval- 
escence. Did you ever see a woman make a 
projectile of herself like she doesf Positive- 
ly hurls herself at Sinclair. But tell me more 
•boot the Carter man. How did he treat her 
rabies T" 

"Cold water cure. Turned her down — 
flat." 

"So, in revenge she 's trying to besmirch 
the wifeT The little devil! I call that pretty 
raw, Edith !" 

The other shrugged. "Oh, well, it is her 
pie, and if she prefers it uncooked it is 
none of our business. Better keep your 
fingers out of it, Maud. Struggle with your 
good intentions." 

Mrs. Jaek smiled sweetly. "My dear, am 
I in the habit of messing alien piesf" 
' unless yon covet the meat." 

"Well, I'm not hankering after either Cal- 
vert or Carter hubby — though I must say 
that I like his specifications. Showed aw- 
fully good taste both in selecting his wife 
ami rejecting Elinor. Fancy! a virtuous 
man — in this day I" 

By this time Edith Newton was disposed 
in bed. A sleepy answer came from under 
the clothing. "Proves he had n't the honor 
•ur acquaintance." 

"Nor yours," Mrs. Jack retorted. 

Her flippancy masked a disquiet so grave 
as to drive away the desire for sleep. Clad 
only in her bed-gown, she drew a chair up 
to the stove which returned her thoughtful 
gaze through two red monocles of isinglass. 
In her. fair play was associated with its 
companion virtue, frankness, and in no wise 
could she read a mite of the former quality 
into Elinor I^eslie's intent toward Helen. 
After many uneasy shruggings, she rose, 
[■•"k the lamp, and walked into the other bed- 
room. 

"Misplaced my comb," she answered Mrs. 
Leslie's sleepy inquiry. "Lend me yours." 
Then she paused at the foot of the bed. 

Helen had coiled her hair for the night, but 
its unruly masses had loosened and ran, a 
perfect cataract of gold, over her pillow. 
Atrainst that auriferous background lay her 
head and face with its delicate creams and 



67 



pinks sinking into the plumpness of one 
white arm. The other was folded over the 
softness of her bosom. Mrs. Jack thought 
her asleep till her eyes opened, then, return- 
ing the girl's smile, she tiptoed back to her 
tire. 

'It 's a d — shame," she told herself, pro- 
fanely, but truly, and with such vigor that 
Edith Newton asked, sleepily, "What's the 
matter t Aren't you ever coming to bedf" 

"Saying my prayers. Go to sleep." 

"Put in a word for me," the other mur- 
mured. 

"The Lord knows that you need it." 
Jack glanced at the bed, then returned to her 
musings. "Of course she 's a little fool. If 
she goes back to her husband she will have to 
settle down to the humdrum of settler life, 
raise calves, chickens, pigs and children in 
the fear of the Lord, with only a church 
picnic or some such wild dissipation to break 
the deadly monotony. A pleasing prospect. 
I must say. But if it suits her — well, I'm 
not going to see her delivered, bound and 
bleating into the hands of the devil, alia* 
Calvert Molyneux. It seems a shame, either' 
way, but she undoubtedly loves her settler 
hubby and she 's just the kind to eat out her 
heart through remorse and shame. And 
here is Elinor, blackening her reputation 
with the pi? settlers to whom she must look 
for a living, making reconciliation impos- 
sible. Well, I'm going to speak to the little 
fool tomorrow." 

This she did, making her opportunity by 
carrying Helen off to her bedroom, where, 
having disposed her victim in a comfortable 
chair, she herself snuggled down upon the 
bed and went with customary frankness 
straight to the heart of her subject. "I want 
to know, Helen Carter, why you are heret" 

Puzzled, Helen stared, then interpreting 
by the smile, she answered, "I— really, I — 
dont know." 

"A — pretty — poor — reason !" She shook 
her finger in affected anger. "Dont you 
know that you dont belong? Now dont fire 
np! If I were Edith Newton or Elinor, the 
cat, you might suspect a reflection. It isn't 
that you are below grade — just the opposite. 
Frankly, my dear, we are a rotten lot; a 
sweet girl with conscience and morality has 
no business among us. We could n't scrape 
up enough of either article to outfit a re- 
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you your conscience. It is a most uncom- 
fortable asset and, given choice of two evils, 
I'd take a hare lip. But as you have one — 
well, you'd better mizzle, go home, you 
know." 

Having eased herself of this delivery, Mrs. 
Jack sighed, sat up, rolled herself a cigarette, 
and went on, after a contented puff, "Dont 
(ell on me, my dear. Not that I care a 
whoop — that 's American, is n't it ? I love 
your slang; it is so expressive and comfort- 
able to the feelings. But you see rakishness 
has no attraction for the fool male of our 
species. He resents any infringement of his 
monopoly. Even such a degenerate ass as 
Charlie Newton prefers schoolgirl simplicity. 
So one must needs simulate virgin inno- 
cence — however painful. That 's more of 
your delightful slang. Now — when are you 
going?" 

The question anticipated the conclusion of 
Helen's midnight tossings, but if unchanged 
in substance this had nevertheless been modi- 
fied by cooler morning reflections. She stated 
the qualifications — Jenny was visiting in 
Lone Tree and would not return till Satur- 
day! Only two more days. Her visit would 
then come to a natural end, so why offend by 
abrupt departure? 

Mrs. Jack laughed. "I dont think Elinor 
would be so very dreadfully offended. Why? 
Well— it is ungracious to criticise one's hos- 
tess, but — you have trapped her rabbit." 

"Her— rabbit?" 

"Yes — Sinclair Rhodes." 

"Why — he paid me less attention than any 
of the others ; was less — you '11 pardon me — 
offensive. I even thought he tried to keep 
them away." 

"As the lion drives the jackals from his 
prey. Avoid him, my dear. Well, I sup- 
pose that a couple more days wont hurt. We 
are to stay a week longer, and if Elinor asks 
you to stay — which she wont — you must re- 
fuse. Now we must go out before they begin 
to suspect a conspiracy." 

"But first let me thank you— I have been 
so miserable and you have done me so much 
good." 

Mrs. Jack gently patted the hand that 
caught her arm ; an action totally at variance 
with her answer. "Self-interest, I assure 
you. Elinor is not the only sufferer. You 
have depleted the entire preserve. Not a 
man has looked at me the last three davs. 



There, there! Dont look so shocked. You 
need n't believe it if you dont want to." 

Could Mrs. Jack's frank eyes have pierced 
the immediate future she would have made 
her warning against Rhodes more specific. 
On Thursday of that week Leslie drove his 
heavy team and bobs into Lone Tree for sup- 
plies and, what of the thawing trails, could 
not possibly be back till all hours Saturday 
night. Not knowing this, Mrs. Jack made no 
objection when, Saturday morning, Danvers 
drove over with Molyneux's double cutter 
and carried off herself and the Newtons to 
visit a friend west of the Assinaboine. You 
wont go home till after supper," she said to 
Helen, leaving. "So I wont say good-bye." 

But she miscalculated both the warmth of 
the friend's welcome and the heavy sledding. 
When she returned, long after dark, she 
found Mrs. Leslie reading a novel by her 
bedroom stove. In a loose wrapper, crossed 
feet comfortably propped on the plated stove 
rail, a plate of red apples at her elbow, and 
the light comfortably adjusted on the table 
behind her, she was the picture of comfort. 
"Having a jolly good time all by myself," 
she explained. "Fred 's not home yet, and 
Captain Chapman went over to win a little 
from Ernest Poole at poker. Helen? Just 
gone. She waited and waited and waited, 
but you were so late that we both thought 
you had concluded to stay the night. Did n't 
you pass her at the Forks, or hear the bells? 
That double string of Fred's can be heard 
to heaven on a still night." 

"Oh, was that her? Hired man came for 
her, I suppose?" Mrs. Jack indifferently in- 
quired as she laid off her furs. 

"No, Sinclair drove her with our ponies. 
What's the matter?" 

Eyes dark and dilated with fear, Mrs. Jack 
faced her. "Do you mean to tell me — " 
Breaking hastily off, she ran. through bed 
and living-rooms, almost upsetting Newton 
on her way to the outer door. "Mr. Dan- 
vers ! Oh, Mr. Danvers ! Mr. Danvers ! Mr. — 
Danvers !" she called. 

But the night returned only the clash of 
his bells. 

Sweeping back in, she faced Mrs. Leslie, 
flushed with the one righteous emotion of her 
fast life. "You let her go out — alone — with 
that — " Choking, she ran into her own room 
and slammed the door, leaving the other two 
women staring. 



TilK SETTLER. 



lift 
of 



of the 
Maud's 



eyebrows. "Avther 
raves." 

CHAPTER XVII. 

> — and Its Finale. 

UT for the bells and groan 
of runners — which drowned 
sound for them even as it did 
for Danvers — Helen and 
Rhodes were near enough to 
have heard Mrs. Jack's call. 
Interpreting the latter's warning morally, 
Helen had accepted Rhodes' escort as leaser 
of two evils, or if she had speculated on 
tentative attempts at flirtation, had not 
doubted her own ability to snub them. 

A sodden frost. Winter's last desperate 
clutch at the throat of Spring, had hardened 
the sun-rotted trails, and as the cutter sped 
swiftly over the first mile, she chatted freely 
without thought of danger. Of the three 
male guests, Rhodes had, as aforeseen, pes- 
tered her least, so, ignorant of the pitiless 
brutality masked by his reserve, she was 
paralyzed, almost fainted when his arm sud- 
denly dropped from the cutter rail to her 

•vering, she spoke sharply, "Take it 



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M 



"ad, he drew her tighter. She could 
not see his face, hut as she struck, madly, 
blindly, at its dim whiteness, his laugh, heart- 
less, cynical, came out of the dusk. "Kick, 
bite, scratch all you want, my little beauty," 
he said, forcing his face against hers. "Your 
struggles are sweet as caresses." 

Yet withal his boast, he found it difficult 
to hold her. Twice she broke his grip and 
almost leaped from the sleigh, and as she 
fought his face away, her hand suddenly 
touched the reins looped over his arm. 

In the black confusion, he was unable to 
specify just what happened thereafter. He 
knew that, alarmed by the scuffling, the 
ponies had hurst into a gallop. But though 
he felt her relax, he could not see her throw 
all of her weight into a sudden jerk on the 
left rein. Ensued a heaving, tumultuous mo- 
ment. Pulled from the trail, the ponies 
plunged in deep drift. The cutter bucked 
like a live thing, and as it dropped from 
the high trail a runner cracked with a 
pistol report; simultaneously, they were 
thrown out into deep, cold snow. 



They fell clear of each other, and Helen 
heard Rhodes swearing as he ran to the 
ponies' heads. The sound spurred her to 
action. She could only count on a minute. 
and, rising, she ran, stumbling, falling head- 
long in drifts, to rise and plunge on, in her 
heart the terror of the hunted thing. Each 
second she expected to hear his pom ng 
foot. But he had to tie the ponies to a 
prairie poplar, and by that time she had 
gained a bluff two hundred yards away, and 
was crouched like a chased hare in its heart. 

That poor covert would not have suflieed 
against a frontiersman. Tracking by the 
fainter whiteness of broken snow, he would 
soon have flushed the trembling game, but it 
was ample protection from Rhodes' inelli- 
ciency. Alarmed when he saw that she was 
gone, he ran back and forth, shouting, 
coupling her name with promises of good 
behavior. As her line of flight had angled 
but slightly from the trail, she heard him 
plainly. 

"My God! You'll freeze! Mrs. Carter! 
Oh, Mrs. Carter! Do come out ! I was only 
joking !" 

She did not require his assurance as to 
the freezing. Already her l'mbs were numb, 
her teeth chattered so loudly she was afraid 
he would hear. But she preferred the I 
mercy to his, and so lay, shivering, until in 
despair, be got the ponies back to the trail 
and drove rapidly away. Then she came out 
and headed homeward like a bolting rabbit. 
Twice she was scared back into the snow. 
Once when Rhodes turned about and dashed 
down and back the trail. Again just before 
she picked Leslie's voice from passing bells. 
He was merely talking to his horses, but 
never before had his voice fallen so sweetly 
on pretty ears. 

As at some wan ghost, he stared at the 
dim draggled figure that came up to him out 
of the snow: indeed, half-frozen and wholly 
frightened, she was little more than the ghost 
of herself. "The cad !" he stormed, hearing 
her story. "I'll punch his head tomorrow!" 
And he maintained that rude intention up 
to the moment that he dropped her at her 
own door. 

"Dont!" she called after him. "Elinor 
wont like it!" But the caution was for Us 
own good, and she was not so very much east 
down when he persisted. 

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The proverb gives the Trampled Worm 
rather more than due credit when one remem- 
bers that a barrel hoop can out-turn the very 
fiercest worm, but it should be remembered 
in Leslie's favor that he mutinied in the 
cause of another. Having all of the ob- 
stinacy of his dullness, he went straighter to 
his end, because it was allied with that nar- 
row bulldog vision which excludes all but one 
object from the field of sight. Meeting 
Rhodes, Chapman and Newton, with lanterns, 
at the point where the sleigh had capsized, 
he rushed the former and was living in the 
strict letter of his intention when the others 
pulled him away. They could not, however, 
dam his indignant speech. On that vast dark 
stage, with the lanterns shedding a golden 
aureole about Rhodes and his bleeding 
mouth, he gave them the undiluted truth as 
it is said to flow from the mouths of babes 
and sucklings. 

Arrived home, moreover, he staggered his 
wife by his stubborn opposition. "It is no 
use talking, Elinor," he said, closing a bitter 
argument. "Tomorrow I go to the bush for 
a load of wood, and if that cad is here when 
I return, I'll break a whip on his back." 
Then, ignoring her bitten lips, clenched 
hands, the bitter fury that was to produce 
such woeful consequences, he went oft to bed. 

Of all this, however, Helen remained in 
ignorance until after the denouement that 
came a few days later along with a scatter- 
ing of new snow. Those were days of misery 
for her — of remorseful brooding, self-re- 
proach, hot shame that set her at bitter in- 
trospection that she might find and root out 
the germs of wickedness that had brought 
these successive insults. As hundreds of 
good girls before her, as thousands will after 
her, she wondered if she were really the 
possessor of some unsuspected sensuousness. 
Comparisons, too, were forced upon her. 
Revolting from the rough settler life, she had 
turned to the English set, only to find that 
their polished ease was but the veneer of 
their degeneracy, analagous to the phos- 
phorescence given off in the dark by a 
poisoned fish and equally indicative of decay. 
She could not fail to contrast her husband's 
sterling worth with their moral and intellec- 
tual leprosy. 

The nights were still more trying. She 
would sit, evenings, and stare at the lamp as 
though it were the veritable flame of life, 



while her spirit quested after the Cause of 
things and the root of many enigmas. Why, 
for instance, is it that pitilessness, ferocity, 
ruth, which were Good in the youth of the 
World, should cause such Evil in its old age? 
For what reason the Cause of the Lily willed 
also its blight? Why conditions make fish 
of one woman, flesh of another, and fowl of 
a third, and wherefore any one of them 
should be damned for doing what she 
could n't help in following the dictates of her 
nature? In fact, from the duration of her 
reveries she may have entertained all of the 
hundred and odd questions with which the 
Atom pelts the Infinite, and judging from 
her dissatisfaction, she received the usual an- 
swer — Why? It is Nature's wont to deliver 
her lessons in parables — from which each 
must extract his or her own meanings — and a 
momentous page was turned in Helen's les- 
son the day that she rode over to Leslie's 
to verify a rumor which Nels had brought 
from the postoffice. 

As sleighing was practically over and 
wheeling not yet begun, she went horseback. 
As aforesaid, a scattering of new snow cov- 
ered the prairies and she rode through a bit- 
ter prospect. Everywhere yellow grass tus- 
socks or tall brown weeds thrust through the 
scant whiteness to wave in the chill wind. Un- 
der the sky's enormous gray, scrub and bluff 
and blackened drifts stood out, harsh studies 
in black and white. Nature was in the blues 
and all sentient things shared her dull humor. 
Winging north in V or harrow formations, 
the wild ducks quacked their discontent. 
Peevish snipe cursed the weather as they 
dipped from slough to slough. A lone coyote 
complained that the season transcended his 
experience, then broke off his plaint to chase 
a rabbit — of whose red death Helen was 
shuddering witness. 

The settlement was even less cheerful ; such 
houses as she passed rose like dirty smudges 
from the frozen mud of their dooryards. 
Moreover, the looks of the few settlers she 
met were not conducive of better spirits. 
McCloud, a bigoted Presbyterian of the old 
Scotch-Canadian school, gave her a malig- 
nant grin in return for her nod. Three 
Shinn boys, big louts, burst into, a 
loud guffaw as their wagon rattled by 
her at the forks of Leslie's trail. Their 
comment : "Guess she hain't heard !" increased 
her apprehension. 



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She could now see the house, smokeless, 
apparently lifeless, downing down from a 
snow-clad ridge. But when, a minute later, 
she knocked, Leslie answered, and she en- 
tered. The living room with its associations 
of gaiety was dank, cold, cheerless. Ash 
littered the tireless stove; the floor was un- 
swept ; the air gave back her breath in a 
steamy cloud. Through the bedroom door 
she saw drawers and boxes wide open, their 
contents tossed and tumbled as though some- 
one had rummaged them for valuable con- 
And amid these ruins of a home 
a sat, head bowed in his hands, 
i poor man!" she cried. "You poor 
mat. 

He turned up his face and its sick misery 
reminded her of a worm raising its mangled 
head from under a passing wheel, as though 
tig a reason for its sudden taking off. 
Hi-; words strengthened the impression. "I 
could n't seem to satisfy her, and she was 
because I took your part against bim. 
Of course she isn't so much to blame. I 
did as well as I could, but I'm neither clever 
nor ornamental — like Rhodes. But I tried 
to treat her well, didn't It You shall 
judge." 

i did — of course you did, poor man!" 
she sobbed. 

"Then why did she leave met" 

Somehow his blind questioning raised the 
prairie tragedy in her mind. The rabbit's 
death scream was equally sincere in its pro- 
test against inscrutable fate in the coyote's 
green eyes. Its innocence was blameless as 
this, yet — how could she answer problems as 
unsolvable as her ownT 

"I have been a fool," he went on, and his 
next words helped to lessen the astonish- 
ment, though not the pain, which his calam- 
ity had brought her. "A blind fool | When 
we used to drive out to Regis last Summer 
it was going on — I can see it now. They 
did their billing and cooing under my ven- 
eres. Yet they were not so clever after all. 
were theyT I trusted her — with my honor, 
expecting her to protect it as I would have 
defended her virtue. Was I at fault t If a 
man can't trust his wife, what can he dot 
Surely not lock her up. What could I dot" 

Puzzled, she stood and looked down upon 
him. But under its delicate complexities the 
feminine mind is ever practical, and her at- 
tention quickly turned to his physical wel- 



fare. He must be taken away! Weaned 
from his sick brooding, blind questioning' 
"Have you eaten today t" she asked, 
for three days I Qo out and harness your 
ponies at once and come home with me to 
supper." Anticipating objection, she added. 
"Really, you must, for I am too tired to 
ride back again." 

Her little fiction was hardly necessary; 
he found it so easy to let her do his think- 
ing. He obeyed as one in a trance, and not 
till they drove away, leading her pony be- 
hind, did action dissipate his lethargy. Then 
he began to display some animation. 

It was a silent and uncomfortable drive. 
Instead of the usual lively jingle, pole and 
harness rattled dully; the light snow hushed 
the merry song of the wheels to a slushy 
dirge. The raw air, bleak sky, slaty gray* 
of the dull prospect were eminently oppres- 
sive. Nature had shed her illusions and. 
fronting her cold materialism, there was no 
dodging issues. Pacts thrust themselves too 
rudely upon consciousness. Leslie spoke but 
once, and the remark proved that the chill 
realities had set him again at life's riddle. 

"I shall sell out," he said, as the ponies 
swung in on Carter's trail. "Go to South 
Africa. My brother is a mining superin- 
tendent on the Rand." 

She sighed. "I ean 't go to South 
Africa." 

He roused from bis own trouble with 
ready sympathy. "You dont need to. 
You '11 see. Carter will come home one of 
these days." And during the short time that 
he abode with her, he extended the same 
brotherly sympathy, forgetting his trouble 
in hers. She was sincerely sorry when — 
having placed Danvers in charge of the sale 
of his farm and effects — he followed his 
faithless wife out of her life and this book. 

CHAPTER XVIII. 

The Persistence of the Established. 

iVE for a few dirty drifts 
in the shadow of the bluffs, 
snow was all gone when, one 
morning a week or so after 
Leslie's departure, Helen 
went south under convoy of 
Jimmy Olaves to open school. The day was 
beautiful. Once more the prairies wore 
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that had grown to the vast snowscape dur- 
ing a half-year of Winter, the huge mon- 
ochrome rioted in color. In fact it had its 
values. There a passing cloud threw a patch 
of black. Bowing to the soft breeze, last 
year's grass sent sunlit waves chasing each 
other down to the far horizon. Here and 
there a green stain on the edge of cropped 
hay sloughs bespoke the miracle of resur- 
rection, eternal wonder of Spring, the young 
life bubbling forth from the decay and 
death of parent plants. Also the prospect 
was chequered with the rich black of plowed 
fields. On these slow ox teams crawled, and 
the shouts of the drivers, snapping crack 
of long whips, alternated as they drove 
along with the cheep of running gophers, 
the "pee wee" of snipe, song of small birds. 
Noise was luxury after six months' frozen 
silence. The warm damp air, the feel of 
balmy Spring, sunlight on the grasses, were 
delightfully relaxing. Helen gave herself 
up to it; permitted sensation to rule and 
banish for the moment her tire and trouble. 
She chatted quite happily with the trustee 
who, however, seemed gloomy and pre- 
occupied. 

A philosopher coined a phrase, the per- 
sistence of the established, to explain the 
survival of phenomena after their original 
cause lies dead in the past. It admirably 
defines the trustee's mental condition, which 
was a product of causes set up by Helen 
these last months. Ignorant of the change 
in her feeling toward her English friends, 
he was vividly aware of the prejudice which 
her dealings with them had aroused in the 
settlers. In the beginning he and Flynn 
had earned severe criticism by giving her 
the school. Since the Leslie scandal, he 
doubted their ability to keep her in it. At 
meeting, "bees", on trail, her name was be- 
ing coupled with grins or gloomy reproba- 
tion according to the years and character 
of the critics. The women had plucked her 
character clean as a chicken, and were scat- 
tering their findings to the four winds. Just 
now, of course, the heavy work of seeding 
sadly interfered with these activities and di- 
versions, but Jimmy looked for trouble in 
the slack season. If, in the meantime, she 
could be weaned from her liking for the 
English Ishmael, they might be able to 
weather the prejudice. To which end he 
steered the conversation to the greenness, 



credulity and execrable agriculture of the 
remittance people. 

"I kain't see," he said, among other 
things, "what a fine gal Ike you kin see in 
'em. They 're dying stock, an' one o' these 
days the Fool-Killer will come along an' 
brain the hull biling. Brain, did I say? 
The Lord forgive me ! Ked n't scratch up 
the makings of one outen the hull bunch." 

Had she known his mind, she might easily 
have laid his misgivings. Instead she tried 
to modify his bitter opinion. "They are cer- 
tainly inefficient as farmers. But as re- 
gards their credulity, dont you think it is 
largely due to a higher standard of business 
honor? Now when a Canadian trades horses 
he expects to be cheated, while they are 
only looking for a fair exchange." 

Jimmy's face wrinkled in contemptuous 
disparagement. "Hain't that jes' what I 
said? A man that expects to get his own 
outen a hoss trade kain't be killed too quick. 
It's tempting Providence to leave him loose; 
as well expect a nigger to leave a fat 
rooster as a Canadian to keep his hands off 
sech easy meat. 'T aint human natur'. As 
for their honor," he sniffed, "pity it did n't 
extend to their morals." 

"It is indeed." 

Afterward they had many a tilt on this 
same subject. Smoking in his doorway of 
evenings, Jimmy would emit sarcasms from 
the midst of furious clouds, while she, as 
much for fun as from natural feminine per- 
versity, took the opposite side. And neither 
knew the other's mind — until too late. But, 
placated by her low answer, he now let the 
subject rest. 

Three feet of green water was slipping 
over the river ice when they forded Silver 
Creek, and they had to dodge odd logs, van- 
guard of Carter's drive. "Another week," 
the trustee remarked, "an' we could n't have 
crossed." 

He was right. That week a warm rain ran 
the last of the snows off several thousand 
square miles of watershed, feeding the stream 
till it waxed fat and kicked like the scrip- 
tural ox against the load Carter had saddled 
upon it. Snarling viciously, it would whirl 
a timber across a bend, then rush on with 
mad roar, leaving a mile of logs backed up 
behind. But such triumph never endured. 
With axes, peavies, canthooks, Bender and 
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though peevish at its failure, the river swept 
out over the level bottoms and stranded um- 
bers in backwater or in dense scrub. 

To see this, the first log drive n Silver 
Creek, the children who lived near the val- 
ley, scuttled every day from school, and they 
would gaze, wide-eyed, at Michigan Red rid- 
ing a log that spun like a i>p under In* 
nimble feet; or watch the Cougar, shoulder 
deep in snow water, shoving logs at some 
ticklish point. Then they would hang about 
the cook's tent while that functionary jug- 
gled with beans and bacon or made lumber- 
man'* cake by the cubic yard. Also there 
peeps into the sleeping tents where 
men lay and snored in boots and wet red 
shirts just as they had come out of the 
river. Of all of which they would prattle 
to Helen next day at school, reciting many 
tales, chief among them the Homeric narra- 
tive of the cutting of a jam — in which she 
had a special interest and which proved, 
among other things, that Michigan Red was 
again at his old tricks. 

It was Susie Flynn who brought this tale. 
Dipping down, one end of a bridge timber 
had stuck at an acute angle into the river 
bed. A second timber swung broadside on 
against its end; then, in a trice, the tap 
had backed up, grinding bark to a pulp mi 
der their enormous pressure. "Mr. Bender." 
Susie said, "he was for throwing a rope 
across from bank to bank so 's th' y ked cut 
it from above. Dut one was n'i handy, an' 
while they was waiting a big red man comes 
up an' hands Mr. Carter the dare. 

" 'If you 're scairt, gimme the axe an' I 'II 
show yon how we trim a jam in Michigan.' 

"But Mr. Carter wouldn't give it. 

" 'N'o,' he says, awful quiet yet sorter 
tunny, for all the men laughed. 'No, they 'II 
need you to show 'em again.' Then he walks 
out on the jam an' goes to chopping, with 
Mr. Render railing for him to come back 
an' not make a dam fool of himself." 

The scene had so impressed the child that 
she reproduced every del ail for her pale 
audience of one — Carter astride of the key 
ins men, timing their breath with the 
"huh" - i his stroke; Bender's distress; the 
cynical grin of Michigan Red. Once, she 
said, a floating chip deflected the axe and 
be swore, easily, naturally, turning a smile 
of annoyance up to the bank. It drew no re- 
sponse from eyes that were glued to the log. 



now quiverim; under tons of pressure. \ 
huge baulk, it broke with a thunderous re- 
port when cut a quarter through and loosed 
a mile of grinding death upon the chopper. 

Then came his progress through the 
welter. As the jam bore down stream, tim- 
bers would dip, somersault, and thrash down 
on a log that still quivered under the spurn 
of his leap. Young trees raised an end and 
swept like battering rams along the log he 
rode. Yet, jumping from log to log, he 
came up from Death out of the turmoil in 
safety to the bank. 

•'I'.idii'jlit his axe erlong, too!" Susie tri- 
umphantly finished. "An' you should have 
jes' seen that red man — he looked that sick 
an' '.rreen through his wishy-washy smiling. 
But Mr. Carter, aint he a brave onet You 
must be awful proud of him, aint you, Miss 
Helen T" 

What could she answer but "yes", though 
the trembling adm ssion covered only a small 
portion of her psychology. Misery, fear, re- 
gret, made up the rest. The remainder of 
that day dragged wearily by to a distant 
drone of lessons. She, who had tried to 
eject her husband from her life, shuddered 
as she thought how nearly her wish had 
come to accomplishment. Death's cold breath 
chilled resentment; expunged the memory of 
her months of weary waiting. It would re- 
turn, but in the meantime she could think of 
nothing but his danger. Hurrying home, she 
asked Olaves to saddle her a horse, saying 
she wanted to gallop away from a headache. 

Heartache would have been more correct, 
but she certainly galloped ; rode westward, 
then swung around north on a wide circle 
that brought her, at dusk of the short Spring 
day. out on a bald headland that si 
down to the river. Beneath her lay the camp 
with its cooking fires flickering like wind- 
blown roses athwart the velvet pall of dusk; 
and in either direction from that effulgent 
bouquet, a crimson garland of sentinel fires 
laiil its miles of length along the valley. 

M.r: moved about the nearer fires, appear- 
inir to her distant eyes as dim dark shapes. 
But what sight refused hearing supplied. 
She heard the cook, cursing his kettles with 
a volubility that would have brought shame 
on the witches in Macbeth; the imprecations 
of some lumberjack at war with a threatened 
jam. Above all rose the voice of a violin, 
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throbbing pain of the world; then, from far 
up the valley, a lonely tenor floated down 
the night. 

He went to cut a key-log an' the jam he 

went below, 
He was the d — est man that ever I did know. 

Some lumberman was relieving his watch 
by chanting the deeds of a hero of the 
camps; and as, like a dove of night, the 
voice floated high over the river's growl 
through a score of verses, it helped to drive 
home upon Helen a sense of the imminent 
jeopardy Carter had passed through that 
day. While her horse pawed its impatience, 
she sat for an hour trying to pick his voice 
from the hum of the camp. It was easy to 
distinguish Bender's. His bass growl formed 
the substratum of sound. She caught, once, 
the Cougar's strident tones. Then just as 
she was beginning to despair, a command, 
stern and clear, rose from the void. 

"Lay on there with that peavey! Quick, 
or you '11 have 'em piled to heaven ! Here — ■ 
Bender, Cougar, lend a hand ; this fellow 's 
letting them jam on him !" 

She started, as under a lash. All that 
day she had lived in a whirl of feeling, and 
just as a resolvent precipitates a chemical 
mixture, the stern voice reduced her feeling 
to thought. Unfortunately the tone was not 
in harmony with her soft misery. If it had 
been — well, it was not. Rather it recalled 
his contempt under the moonlight; her own 
solitary shame. Whirling her bronco, she 
cut him over the flank and galloped at immi- 
nent risk of her neck over the dark prairies 
in vain attempt to escape the galling recur- 
rence of injured pride, the stings of dis- 
appointment. 

"He does n't care for me ! He does n't 
care for me!" It rang in her brain. Then 
when she was able to think, she added, in 
obedience to the sex instinct which will not 
admit Love's mortality, "He never did — 
otherwise he could n't have left me !" Her 
conclusion, delivered that night into a wet 
pillow, revealed the secret hope at the root 
of her disappointment. "I wont ride that 
way again." 

But she did, and her changed purpose is 
best explained by a conversation between 
Carter and Bender as they stood, drying 
themselves at the cook's fire, after averting 
the threatened jam. 



Carter began : "I reckon you can get along 
well enough without me. Of course, I'd 
have liked to seen the drive down to the 
Assinaboine, but in another week the frost 
will be out enough to start prairie grading. 
I'll have to go. Let me see. * * * One 
week more on the Creek, two on the Assina- 
boine — three weeks will put the last timber 
into Brandon. In less than a month you '11 
join me at the Prairie Portage." 

Turning to bring another area of soaked 
clothing next to the fire, his face came under 
strong light. Those seven months of thought 
and calculation had left their mark upon it; 
thinned and refined its lines, tooled the fea- 
tures into an almost intellectual cast. His 
mouth, perhaps, evidenced the greatest 
change; showed less humor, because, per- 
haps, self-repression and the habit of com- 
mand had drawn the lips in tighter lines. 
Deeper set, his eyes seemed darker, while a 
straight look into their depths revealed an 
underlying sadness. Sternness and sadness, 
indeed, governed the face without, however, 
banishing a certain grave courtesy that 
found expression in pleasant thanks when, 
presently, the cook brought them a steam- 
ing jug of coffee. Lastly, determination 
stamped it so positively that only its lively 
intelligence saved it from obstinacy. One 
glance explained Bender's answer to Jenny : 
"He's stiffer'n all h— 1"; his attitude to 
Helen. In him will dominated the emotions. 
Summed, the face with its power, dogged 
resolution, imperturbable confidence, mir- 
rored his past struggles, gave earnest for 
his future battles. 

A hint of these last inhered in a remark 
that Bender slid in between two guJps of 
coffee. "They 're saying as the C. P. will 
never let you cross their tracks." 

Carter smiled. "Yes, who 's saying it 1" 

"Oh, everybody, an' the Winnipeg paper 
said yesterday as Old Brass-Bowels"— -he 
gave the traffic manager his sobriquet — "will 
enjoin you an' carry the case through the 
Dominion courts to the British Privy Coun- 
cil. The newspaper sharp allowed that 
would take about two years, during which 
the monopoly would either buy out or bust 
your crowd by building a competing line." 

This time Carter laughed, heartily, the 
confident laugh of one sure of himself. "So 
that 's what the paper said. Well, well, 
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of a psychic. What's thatT Oh, a fellow 
who tells you a whole lot of things he Stoat 
know himself. Now listen" — in view of 
what occurred six months Inter, his words 
are worth remembering — "courts or no 
courts, Privy Council to the contrary, we'll 
run trains across Brass-Bowel's tracks be- 
fore next freeze-up." 

•Hope you do," Bender grinned. "Bnt 
the old man aint so very slow." 

They talked more of construction, tools, 
supply, sng neering difficulties, the hundred 
problems inherent in railroad building. Mid- 
night still found them by the fire that 
twinkled, a lone red star under the enormous 
vault of night. But though interesting and 
important in that the success of the enter- 
prise involved the economic freedom of a 
province, the conversation — with one excep- 
tion — is not germane to this story which 
goes on from the moment that, two days 
later, a Pengelly boy carried the news of 
Carter's departure to Helen at school. 

The exception was delivered by the mouth 
of Bender as he rose, stretching with a 
mighty yawn to go to his tent. "Of course 
it 's none of my damn business, but do you 
allow to call at the school as you go down 
tomorrow t" 

Carter's brows drew into swift lines, but 
resentment faded before the big fellow's con- 
cern. "I did n't reckon to," he said, irently. 
vet added the hint, " — since you 're so press- 
.„,'." 

Bnt Bender would not down. "Oh, shore T" 
he pleaded. "Shore! Shore t" 

Carter looked his impatience, yet yielded 
another point to the other's distress. "If 
Mrs. Carter wished to see me. I allow 
she 'd send." 

"Then she never will! She never will!" 
Bender cried, hitting the crux of their prob- 
lem. "For she is jes' as proud as you are." 

With that he plunged into the environing 
darkness, leaving Carter still at the fire. 
From its glow his face presently raised to 
the valley's rim, dim and ghostly under a 
new moon, ridged with shadowy trees. It 
was only six miles to Glaves' place, a hop, 
skip and jump in that country of distances. 
For some minutes he stood like a stag on 
i.'are. then with a slow shake of the head he 
followed Bender. 

"An' he aint coming back till Winter," 



the small boy informed Helen, "he '11 be that 
busy with his railroadii- 

After two days of embittered brooding, 
Helen had come to consider herself as being 
in the selfsame mood that ruled her the Jan- 
nary morning when Mrs. I.olie broke in on 
her months of loneliness. But this startling 
news explained certain contradictions in her 
l»sychology, for instance, her startings and 
tlushings whenever her north window had 
shown a moving dot on the valley tntil 
these last two days. Moreover her pallor 
was hardly consistent with the assertion 
thrice repeated within the hour- — that Bret) 
if he did come she would never, NEVER. 
\l\F.R forgive him NOW ! Not that she 
conceded said contradictions. On the con- 
trary, she put up a gorgeous bluff with her- 
self; affected indifference; and — borrowed 
•limmy's pony that evening and rode down 
to the ford. 

Bender had built a rough bridge to serve 
traffic till the drive should clear the ford. 
Reining in at the nearer end, Helen looked 
down on the pool, the famous pool where n 
her betrothal had received baptism by 
immersion — at least she looked on the place 
where the pool had been, for shallows and 
sandbar were merged in one swirl of yellow 
water. But the clay bank with its bordering 
willows was still there and shone ruddily 
under the westering sun just as on that 
memorable evening. Here on the straight 
reach the logs floated under care of an 
occasional patrol. A rough fellow in blue 
jeans and red jerkin gave her a curious stare 
as he passed, whereafter there was no wit- 
ness to her wet eyes, her rain of tears, con- 
vulsive sobbing, the break-up of her as- 
sumed indifference — that is, none but her 
pony. Reaching curiously around, the beast 
investigated the grief huddled upon his neck 
with soft muzzle, rubbing and sniffinir 
."cheer up," and she had just straightened 
to return his mute sympathy, when a voice 
broke in on the bitter and sweet of her 
reverie. 

"Well met, lady fair!" 

Turning, startled, she came face to face 
with Molyneux. The heavy mud of the 
bottoms bad silenced his wheels, and now 
be sat, smiling at the sudden fires that dried 
up and hid her tears. "Not there yet," he 
answered her question as to his return home 
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ing? The school was closed, but a kid — a 
Flynn by his upper lip — told me that you 
had ridden this way, and as it was Friday 
evening, I judged you were going north to 
Leslie's and so drove like Jehu on the trail 
of Ahab. Better turn your horse loose and 
get in with me. He '11 go home all right. 
Why not?" 

Again she shook her head. "Did n't Mr. 
Danvers write you" — remembering that a 
letter would have crossed him on the At- 
lantic, she stopped. 

"What's the matter? No one dead? 
Worse?" He laughed in her serious face 
when she had told. "Oh, well — that 's not 
so bad. After all, Leslie was an awful 
chump. If a man is n't strong enough to 
hold a woman's love he should n't expect 
to keep her." 

He was yet, of course, in ignorance of all 
that had transpired in his absence — the 
house party and the complete revulsion it 
had wrought in Helen's feeling. He knew 
nothing of her shame, vivid remorse, passion 
of thankfulness for her escape. To him she 
was still the women, desperate in her 
loneliness, who had challenged his love a 
short two months ago. Withal, what pos- 
sessed him to afford that glimpse of his old 
nature? It coupled him instantly in her 
mind with her late unpleasant experience. 

Not understanding her silence, he ran 
gaily on. "I can now testify to the truth of 
the saying, 'Absence makes the heart grow 
fonder.' How is it with you? Have I lost 
or gained?" 

Laughing nervously, she answered, 
"Neither, we are still the same good friends." 

He shook his head, frown : ng. "Not 
enough. I want love — must, will have it." 

Any lingering misapprehension of the 
state of her feelings which she may have en- 
tertained now instantly vanished. How she 
regretted the weakness which entitled him to 
speak thus! She knew now. Never under 
any conditions could she have married him, 
but warned by dearly boughten experience 
she dared not so inform him. Frightened, 
she fenced and parried, calling to her aid 
those shifts for men's fooling that centuries 
of helplessness have bred in woman's bone. 

"Well, well!" she laughed. "I thought 
you more gallant. I on horseback, you in a 
buggy. Love at such long distance. I 
would n't have believed it of you." 



It was a bad lead, drawing him on instead 
of away. "That is easily remedied. Get in 
with me — or I'll tie up to that poplar." 

She checked his eagerness with a quick 
invention. "No, no ! I was only joking. No 
I say ! there 's a man, a river driver, just be- 
hind that bluff." How she wished there 
were ! Praying that someone might come 
and so afford her safe escape, she switched 
the conversation to his journey and when 
that subject wore out, enthused over the sun- 
set. How beautiful was the sky ! the shad- 
ows that fell like a pall over the bottoms ! 
the lights slow crawling up the headlands. 

Preferring her delicate coloring to the 
blushes of the west, he feasted his eyes on 
her profile, delicately outlined against a 
golden cloud, until she turned. Then he 
brought her back to the point. "Well — 
have you forgotten?" 

"What?" She knew too well, but the ques- 
tion killed a moment. 

"The answer you promised me." 

She would dearly have loved to give it; to 
cry aloud, "I love ! I love ! I love — him, not 
you ! Ay, she would have flaunted it in all 
the proud cruelty of love — had she dared. 
Instead, she answered. "You forget. I am 
a married woman." 

"No, I dont," he urged. "That is eas : ly 
settled. Three months' residence across the 
line in Dakota and you are free of him — " 

" — but not of myself." 

"What do you mean?" 

Alarmed by the sudden venous blood that 
suffused his face and neck, the reddish glow 
of his eye, she forged hasty excuses. "You 
see I never thought of it — in that way. I 
must have time to get used to the idea. Wont 
you give me a week?" Her winning smile 
conquered. He had stepped his ponies along- 
side, and, snatching her hand, he covered it 
with kisses. 

"By G — ! Helen, you must say yes. I'm 
mad — mad with love of you. If you re- 
fuse — " 

"Hush !" She snatched away her hand as 
a man came in sight from behind a bluff, 
coming up stream. "It is Mr. Bender!" she 
explained — so thankfully. Then mindful of 
her part, she added, with pretended disgust, 
"What a nuisance! I wonder if he — saw 
you?" 

"Oh, he '11 go by." 

"No, no," she said with affected gaiety. 



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"Leave me the shreds of my character. Now 
you must go. Must, I said, sir." 

• \ .tv well, hut remember — one week." 
No.ldiiiir significantly, he drove, leaving her 
to meet the foreman with a mixture of re- 
lief and apprehension. She wondered if he 
had seen Molyneux shower kisses upon her 
hand. 

Though, in a few minutes of shy conver- 
sation, Bender showed no knowledge of the 
cause that had set her to rubbing the back 
of her hand against her skirt, it nevertheless 
funned the subject of a rough scrawl that 
Baldy, the tote trail teamster, delivered to 
Jenny in I^one Tree two days later. "You 
said I was to tell if 1 saw or heard any- 
thing more. Well he is back and — followed 
the kisses and the scrawl ended — if you kin 
do anything like you thought you ked, do it 
quick else I shall have to tell the boss and 
give him a chance to look after his own." 

Jenny did "do it quick" and thereby in- 
itiated a sequence of cause and event that 
was to entirely change the complexion of a 
dozen lives. An extract from her letter to 
Helen explains itself: 'Twos on the tip of 
my tongue to tell it to you every time he 
druv you home last Winter, but 't was so 
mii'h easier for me to have you all believing 
as it was the man that went back to Eng- 
land, but 't was n't, Miss Helen, 't was him — 
Capen Molyneux — 

Poor Jenny! She alone knew the magni- 
tude of the man's offense against her weak 
innocence, but, small stoic, she had hugged 
the knowledge to her soul while waiting in 
dull patience for the punishment she never 
doubted. Immunity would have challenged 
the existence of the Qod in whom, despite 
small heresies of speech, she devoutly be- 
lieved. She read his sentence in that moat 
tremendous curse of the oppressor, the One 
Hundredth and Ninth Psalm, the bitter cry 
of David: "For he hath rewarded me evil 
• * * hatred for my love. When he 
shall be judged, let him be condemned; and 
his prayer become sin. • • • Lej hjg 
children be continually vagabonds, seek their 
bread in desolate places. Let the extortioner 
catch all that he hath ; the stranger despoil 
his labor. Let there be none to extend mercy 
to him ; * * * Let his posterity be cut 
off and his generation blotted out • • • 
that he may cut off the memory of them from 
the earth." Ay, she had believed that it 




would come to pass in some way — by light- 
ning flash, sudden sickness, a weary death. 
But she had never imagined herself as the 
instrument which this letter was to make 
her. What the confession cost her! Tears, 
shameful agonizings. Small wonder that, in 
her trembling' confusion, she mishuffled notes 
■ad >li<l Helen's into Bender's envelope. 

CHAPTER XIX. 

The Wages of Sin Is — 

fN the afternoon following 
Baldy's delivery of the shuf- 
fled notes, the May sun dif- 
fused a tempered warmth 
upon Molyneux's veranda, 
thereby intensifying certain 
eomfortable reflections which accompanied 
his after-dinner pipe. He had material cause 
of satisfaction. To begin, his father's death 
placed him in possession of a sum which — 
a mere pittance in England — loomed large as 
a fortune in the thrifty settlements. Next, 
Messrs. Coxhead and Boxhead, exploiters of 
the Younger Son and his London solicitors, 
had forwarded through that morning's mail 
indentures of apprenticeship to colonial 
farming of three more innocents at one thou- 
sand dollars a head per annum. This more 
than made up for the defection of Danvers 
who, having learned how little there was to 
be learned in the business, was adventuring 
farming for himself; and permitted the 
retention of the bucolic Englishman and 
wife who, respectively, managed his farm 
and house. 

With their services assured, the life was 
more than tolerable, infinitely superior to 
that which he would have led at home. There 
he would have been condemned to the celi- 
bate lot of the Younger Son — to be a "filler" 
at dinners and dances, useful as the waiters, 
ineligible and innocuous to the plainest of 
his girl partners as an Eastern eunich; or, 
accepting the alternative, trade, vulgar trade, 
his pampered wits would have come into 
competition with abilities that had been 
whetted to a fine edge through centuries on 
Time's hard stone. Like a leaden plummet 
he would have plunged through the social 
strata to his natural place in the scheme of 
things. Here, however, he was of some im- 
portance, a magnate on means that would 
hardly have kept up his clothes and clubs at 



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home. A landed proprietor, moreover, he 
escaped the stigma of trade and the resultant 
prejudice should he ever return to England. 

Then the life glowed with the colors of 
romance. His farm occurred on the extreme 
western edge of that vast forest which black- 
ens the Atlantic seaboard, and so marches 
west and north over a thousand rugged miles 
to the limit of trees on the verge of the 
barren lands. Within gunshot the old 
ferocious struggle for life continued as of 
yore. Through timbered glades the wolf 
pursued and made his kill; echo answered 
the clash of horns as big elk fought for a 
doe; over lonely woodland lakes, black with 
waterfowl, the hoo-haugh crane spread ten 
feet of snowy pinion ; across dark waters 
the loon's weird lament replied to the owl's 
midnight questioning. In Winter the moose 
came down from their yards to feed at his 
prairie haystacks; any night he could come 
out on the veranda and thrill to a long howl 
or the scream of a lynx. 

Opening before him now, the view was 
pleasantly beautiful. His house, a comfort- 
able frame building, and big barn and cor- 
rals, all sat within the embrace of a half- 
moon that prairie fires had bitten out from 
the heart of a poplar bluff. Southward his 
tilled fields ran like strips of brown carpet 
over the green earth rolls. Beyond them 
spread the park lands with his cattle feeding 
knee-deep in the rank pasture between 
clump poplar. Further still, his horses 
scented the wind from the crest of a knoll, 
forming a dull blotch against the soft blue 
sky. These were growing into money while 
he smoked, and what of free grazing, free 
hay, and labor that reversed the natural or- 
der of things and. paid for the privilege of 
working, he could see himself comfortably 
wealthy in not too many seasons. He would 
still be young enough for a run through 
Maiden Lane, London's Mecca for the stage 
and demi-mondaine. However, he put that 
thought behind him as being inconsistent 
with contemplation of the last thing neces- 
sary for perfect happiness — a pretty wife. 
Through the haze of sunlit tobacco reek, he 
saw himself in possession of even that golden 
asset, and thereafter his reflections took the 
exact color of those of the rich man before 
death came in the night: "Soul, soul! thou 
hast much goods laid up in store! Eat, 
drink, take thine ease and be merry!" 



"It is really time that I settled," he mur- 
mured. "Thirty-four, my next birthday ! By 
Jove, six more years and I shall be forty." 

The thought deflected his meditation into 
channels highly becoming to a person of the 
age he was contemplating, and from virtuous 
altitudes he looked back with something of 
the reproving tolerance that kindly age ac- 
cords to youthful indiscretion. He main- 
tained the "you-were-a-sad-dog" point of 
view till a sudden thought stung his virtuous 
complacency through to the quick. "Oh, 
well" — he ousted reproach with exculpatory 
murmur- — "if the girl had only let me, I 
would have got her away from here and have 
done something handsome for her after- 
wards. But it was just as well * * * 
seeing that it passed off so quietly. I wonder 
how she managed it. Nobody seems to 
know." Then ignoring the fact that every 
seeding brings its harvest, not knowing that 
the measure of that cruel sowing was even 
then coming home to him on a fast trot, he 
smothered conviction under the trite reflec- 
tion, "A fellow must sow his wild oats." 

Still the thought had marred his reverie 
and, tapping his pipe on the chair rung, he 
rose. He intended a visit to the barn, where 
his man was dipping seed wheat in bluestone 
solution to kill the smut, . but just then a 
wagon, which had been rattling along the 
Lone Tree trail, turned into his private 
lane. 

"It is Glaves," he muttered, "and his wife. 
What can they want? Must have a mes- 
sage — from her — otherwise they would never 
come here." 

His thought did not malign the trustee, 
who had positively refused the commission 
till assured that its performance would sever 
Helen's relations with his natural foes. Yet 
he did not like it, and though Retribution 
might have presented herself in more tragic 
guise, she could not have assumed a more 
forbidding face than that which he now 
turned down to Molyneux. 

Than they two, there have been no more 
violent contrast. Beak-nosed, hollow-eyed, 
the hoar of fifty Winters environed the trus- 
tee's face which wind and weather had 
warped, seamed and wrinkled into the sem- 
blance of a scorched hide. He was true to the 
frontier type, and, beside his bronzed rug- 
gedness, the Englishman, though much the 
larger, seemed with his soft hands, smooth 



THE SETTLER. 



68 



skin, polished manner, small and effeminate. 

night be expected, the trustee refused 

Molvneux's invitation to put in and feed. 

'iie an' the wife is going up to see her 

brother north of Assippii, an' we have thirty 

■bBw to make afore sundown." 

He did, however, return curt answers to a 
few questions, though it would be a mistake 
to set his scant conversational efforts to the 
accounts of politeness. Rather they were 
the meed of malignance for, while talking. 
be secretly exulted over the thought of Molv- 
neux's coming disappointment. They would 
be gone a week, he said. The mails f Mrs. 
Carter would attend to sech letters as 
straggled in! She'd be there alonef Yes! 
Lonesome t Mebbe, but she was that well- 
plucked she 'd laughed at the idea of spend- 
ing her nights at Flynn's ! A fine girl, sirree ! 
Having accorded five minutes to Helen's per- 
fections, the trustee drove off, but turned as 
he drove out of the yard and nudged his 
wife, grinning, to look at Molyneux. 

Stark and still as one of his own veranda 
posts, the man stood and stared down at 
Jenny's pitiful letter. Across the top Helen 
had written, "This explains itself," and that 
scrap of writing represented three letters 
now tom up and consigned to the flames. 
The first antedated her receipt of Jenny's 
letter and had run: "/ want you to believe 
me innocent of coquetry, and you must par- 
don me if I have, by speech or action, seemed 
to sanction the hope you expressed the other 
I now perceive that it was my des- 
perate loneliness that caused me to lean so 
heavily upon your friendship. I might have 
told you this, personally, but for certain ex- 
periences which have made me timid." There 
was more — regret, pleasant hope that the fu- 
ture might bring with it friendly relations, 
wishes for his happiness. This letter she 
bad withdrawn front the mail to burn along 
with one that was full of reproach and a 
third that sizzled with indignation. 

Face suffused with dark venous blood, 

pux faced discovered sin. If ever, this 

was the accepted time for his attempts at 

reconstruction to bring forth fruit. He had 

pictured himself remorseful, but now that 

the wage of sin was demanded, he flinched 

i selfish child, reneged in the game he 

had played with the gods. It was not in him 

to play a losing hand to the logical end. 

Artead of remorse, anger possessed him for. 



tearing the letter, he cried in a gust of 
passion : 

"She shant throw me a second time! By 
God! shesbai; 

Needs not to follow his turbulent thought 
as be hurried out to the barn— his flushes, 
the paroxysms that set his face in the colors 
of apoplexy. Sufficient that flooding passion 
swept clean the superstructure of false 
morality, sophistical idealism that he had 
erected on the rotten foundation of his 
vicious heredity. A minute of action ex- 
plains a volume of psychology. Hitching 
his ponies, he drove madly southward, one 
idea standing clearly out in his whirl of 
thought — she would be alone that night. 

Just about the time that Molyneux swung 
out on the Lone Tree trail, Helen arrived 
home from school with the eldest Flynn 
boy, who had volunteered to help her with 
the chores; her undertaking of which had 
made possible Mrs. Glaves' rare holiday 
Under distress of their bursting udders, the 
cows had come in of their own accord from 
the fat rank pastures and called for ease- 
ment with low persistent "mooing" while she 
changed her dress. When she finally came 
out with sleeves rolled above elbows that 
had regained their plump whiteness, they 
even fought for precedence, horning each 
other aside, until the bell-cow made good her 
prerogative as leader; then frothing streams 
soon drew tinkling music from her pail. For 
his part, the boy fed pigs and calves, car- 
ried in the milk, then departed, leaving her 
to skim and strain and wash pans and pails, 
itself no light task in view of Mrs. Glaves' 
difficult standards of cleanliness. That done 
and her supper eaten, she placed a lamp on 
the table and sat down to think over the 
events of the day. 

A little fatigued, she leaned a smooth 
cheek on her hand, staring at the lamp, 
whose golden light toned while it revealed 
the changes these distressful months had 
wrought in her appearance. Her eyes were 
weary, her face tired, but if she was paler 
than of yore, the pallor was becoming in 
that it was altogether a mental product and 
accorded well with her plump, well-nourished 
body. Her month, if woefully pouted in 
agreement with her sad thought, was scarlet 
and pretty as ever; in every way she was 
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At first she had found it extremely dim- 
cult to realize the full meaning of the letter 
which the Cougar had brought in from camp 
early that morning. For Bender would 
trust it in no other hand; whereby he dis- 
covered not only his wisdom, but also an 
unexpected fund of tact in his rough mes- 
senger. Anticipating some display of emo- 
tion, the Cougar discharged his office in the 
privacy of Helen's own room, and if her red 
eyes afterward excited Jimmy Glaves' in- 
satiable curiosity, only the Cougar witnessed 
her breakdown — sorrowful tremblings, 
blushes, tearful anger. Not that she had 
doubted the girl's word. Only it had seemed 
monstrous, incredible, impossible until, 
through the day, jots and tittles of evidence 
had filtered out of the past. She had con- 
nected Jenny's gloomings on the occasions 
that Molyneux drove her, Helen, home, with 
his refusals to enter and warm himself after 
their cold drives. Even from the far days 
of the child's trouble, small significances had 
come to piece out the solid proof. So now 
nothing was left for her but bitter self- 
communion. 

These days it did seem as though the fates 
were bent on squeezing the last acrid drop 
into her cup; for to the consciousness of 
error was now added knowledge of the utter 
worthlessness of her temptor. She burned 
as she recalled their solitary rides; writhed 
slim fingers in a passion of thankfulness as 
she thought of her several escapes; was tax- 
ing herself for her folly, when a sudden furi- 
ous baying outside brought her, startled, to 
her feet. 

It was merely the house-dog, exchanging 
defiances with a lone coyote, but — -after she 
had satisfied herself of the fact — it yet 
brought home upon her a vivid sense of her 
lonely position. Sorry now that she had not 
gone home with the Flynn boy, she glanced 
nervously about the room which, if small, 
was yet large enough to own shadowy cor- 
ners. On top of the pigeon-holed mailing 
desk, moreover, a few books were piled in 
such a way as to cast a shadow, the sil- 
houette of a man's profile upon the wall. 



Lean, hard, indescribably cruel, its thin lips 
split in a merciless grin as she moved the 
lamp, then suddenly lengthened into a sem- 
blance of a hand and pointing finger. Then 
she . laughed, nervously, yet laughed because 
it indicated one of the hundred summons, 
writs of execution and findings in judgment 
that were pasted up on the walls. 

"By these summons," Victoria Regina 
called upon her subject, James Glaves, to 
pay the moneys and taxed costs herein set 
forth under pain of confiscation of his goods 
and chattels. Usually recording debt and 
disaster, the instruments certified, in Jimmy's 
case, to numerous victories over implement 
trusts, cordage monopolies, local or foreign 
shylocks. "Execution proof," in that his 
wife owned their real property in her own 
right, he could sit and smoke at home, the 
cynosure of the countryside, in seasons when 
the sheriff traveled with the thresher and 
took in all the grain. To each document he 
could append a story, the memory of such a 
one having caused Helen's laugh. 

Indicating this particular specimen with 
his pipe stem, one evening, he had remarked, 
"Yon jest tickled the jedge to death. 'Mr. 
Glaves,' he says, when he handed it down, 
'they 've beat you on the jedgement, now it 's 
up to you to fool 'em on the execution.' An' 
you bet I did." 

Reassured, Helen returned to her mus- 
ings — only to start up, a minute later, with 
a nervous glance over her shoulder at the 
window. Is there anything in thought 
transference? At that moment Molyneux 
was rattling down into the dark valley, and 
is it possible that his heated imaginings 
bridged the miles and impressed themselves 
upon her nervous mental surfaces? Or was 
it merely a coincidence of thought that 
caused her to see his face pressed against 
the black pane? Be this as it may, she could 
not regain her composure. Taking the lamp, 
she locked herself in her bedroom, then, as 
is the habit of frightened women, sought 
further safety under the invulnerable shield 
of the bedclothes. 

(To be Continued.) 



As Philosopher Unto Philosopher 



Hy Elisabeth Vore 




IPHIL080PHSB sat outsi.le 
of tlie door of his tent Date, 
a fig tree, writing in a book. 
His beard was white as snow 
from lands of Winter and 
many years had crowned his 
head with silver. In his deep-set eyes was 
the light of the knowledge of life. 

A woman passing that way, and being 
weary with a long journey over the burning 
sand, paused for a moment in the shade of 
the tree where the philosopher sat, and lean- 
ing upon her staff watched him as he wrote. 
And speaking, the wayfarer said : 

"Oh, man of the desert, what mightest 
thou be writing in the bookt" 

And the philosopher continued to write 
and removed not his eyes from the book in 
which he was writing, and answering the 
voice that had spoken, he said : 

"(), stranger, whosoever thou mayest be, I 
write herein the Truth regarding mankind, 
that it may be handed down from generation 
■ration unto all the world." 

A swift light of hope dawned in the wo- 
man's shadowy eyes, and speaking to the 
sage, she said : 

" IVrchance, kind seer, if it pleaseth thee, 
thou canst assist me in finding that for which 
I seek." 

And the woman's voice was sweet as the 
music of rippling water, and slowly the 
philosopher raised his eyes from the book 
and beheld a woman leaning upon her staff. 
And, answering her, the wise man said : 

"What seeketh thou, O woman, and 
whither might thy journey tendf" 

"I go forth, Sir Sage, into the world 

of people to search for a constant man, that 

when I have found him I may kneel at his 

.ive him my heart's eternal devotion." 

And the sage looking upon her saw that 
she was fair and as she took up her staff to 
depart, he stretched out his hand and laid 
hold of the staff to detain her. And address- 
ing the woman, he said: 



"O daughter fair and goodly to look upon. 
woman who comet h out of the West — listen 
to the words of wisdom. 

"Thou dost go upon a weary journey and 
a vain quest. I know the world and have 
read the heart of mankind. Seek thou in the 
byways and highways, in high places and low 
places — but thy search will be unrewarded. 
Behold, thou art weary and thy feet are 
bruised with much walking — come into my 
tent and abide with me, and I will bathe thy 
feet with water and give thee of figs to eat. 
Lo, I am not of the world — I have shaken its 
dust from my sandals. Remain with me. and 
by all the gods known to men, I swear that I 
will be constant to thee." 

And the seer was very old and his years 
weighed heavily upon him, and the woman 
wore the royal crown of youth and hope, and 
faith lived yet in her heart. And she turned 
her face wistfully toward the East, and as 
she gazed her heart grew strong. 

And answering the philosopher, the woman 
said: 

"0 man of much learning, the knowledge 
of one life will not suffice for another — to 
judge without experience were injustice and 
error." 

And the philosopher was silent and made 
no answer, but turning back in the book 
wherein he had been writing, he read from it 
a proverb : 

Wherein ignorance is bliss it were foil;/ to 
court wisdom. 

And the woman's face was saddened, and 
she spake yet once again : 

"Good sir, hearken I pray thee unto me. I 
will go forth into the world and seek both 
long and well for the sake of conscience and 
that justice may not be forgotten. That faith 
may live, and trust may not be numbered 
among things that were and are not. And 
if my search be not rewarded I will return 
to thee and dwell in thy tent forever. I swear 
this by all the gods that are reverenced." 



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And the woman laid down her staff and 
lifted her bare arms to the sun. 

"I swear it by the sun-god, whose kisses 
awaken the desert to passion. I swear it by 
the wind- god who steals o'er the sand when 
the moon hangs low. I swear it by the 
night-god who beckons out of the shadows." 

And having sworn the woman lowered her 
arms and continued : 

"By all these I swear to thee that if my 
search be unrewarded I will return — and thy 
law shall be my law, and the desire of thy 
heart shall rule me." 

And harkening the philosopher smiled. 
And he answered the woman and said : 

"0 woman, go forth — I am acquainted 
with patience and here will await thy re- 
turn." And opening the book he again be- 
gan writing, and the woman took up her 
staff and departed into the East. 

And the day passed and the morrow, and 
others came and vanished — but the woman 
returned not. 

And in the East the sun came up like a 
ball of fire and traveling over the desert, like 
a ball of fire went down in the West. And 
the wind singing under the night sky covered 
the woman's footprints with the shifting 
sands. 

And again the philosopher sat outside his 
tent writing in the book. And behold, afar 
off a woman, toiling painfully across the 
scorching sands. Her staff was gone, her 
head drooped wearily, and her tender feet, 
bruised and torn by the stones, left bloody 
footprints on the sand. 

And she drew nearer and approached the 
philosopher. But the man of wisdom wrote 
on and beheld her not. And coming up to 
him the woman stood humbly before him. 
Her eyes were soft with tenderness, and her 
face held a deep yearning. And stretching 
out her hand to the sage, she spake unto him 
and said: 



"Behold, my lord, I have returned unto 
thee, for thou alone art worthy." 

Hearing her voice the philosopher started, 
and looking up he beheld the woman stand- 
ing before him, and over his face there came 
a shadow, and his glance fell as he met her 
eyes. And speaking to the woman he said : 

"Thou wert gone may days, woman, and 
thy coming was long delayed — and — -there 
came another — " 

And while he was yet speaking a woman 
came out of his tent and running up to the 
sage wound her bare' arms about his neck 
and her yellow hair fell around him like a 
garment. And addressing the wayfarer, she 
cried shrilly: 

"Beggar — or worse, begone ! Dusky wan- 
derer of the desert, what bringest thou to 
the door of my good man's tent. What 
words didst I hear from thy wanton lips? 
Begone ! lest I spit upon thee ! Thinkest 
thou my lord hath eyes for any face but 
mine? He, who hath never looked with eyes 
of love on any woman save me — and this he 
hath sworn to me daily." 

The wayfarer stood in silence, mute-lipped 
and motionless. Something went out of her 
face and left it forever. In her eyes was 
the light of knowledge. And looking not at 
the philosopher nor speaking, she stooped 
and picking up a twig, wrote in the sand, 
and the words she wrote were these : 

As philosopher unto philosopher, write this 
in thy book, that it may be handed down 
from generation to generation, unto all the 
world. As far as the east is from the west, 
as the north is from the south, as the sun is 
from the moon, as Paradise from Hades is — 
so far removed are man and constancy. 

And she drew a circle beneath it and 
placed the seal of her slender, bleeding foot 
upon it, and girding her garments around 
her, turned her face about and departed to- 
ward the sunset. 



Some Views 



of the 



Clackamas River 



From Photographs by 

O. Freytag 



Thi Pacific Monthly, July 1907. 





On the Main Clackamas. 




The Ctat >.'i « 



i7SR«3^^^9^CI£' ' 





ft: 




Near the Mouth of the South Fork, the Clackamas. 




An Idyll of the Trout Streams 

By Jules Verne Des Voignes 

Illustrated from Photographs by the Author 




P^^gfe^B K V K. N freight ears, spon- 

^fTr^^JPi^l s " r<M ' ^ a P assen f- ,er coach 
^' that may have been Noah's 

.private travel ni: outfit in 
the days after the Ark was 

[abandoned, took us to Mos- 
eow, Idaho, I bad remarked to my wife 
that in one way at least we were imper- 
sonators of that ancient gentleman and his 
helpmeet. We had the whole car to our- 
nlrw. 

Hi mow reached us at hot noon. That >. I 
think it must have eome to us at some time 
while we were unloading countless bales and 
barrels ami crates during endless waits 
■long the route. Throughout the long 
sweltering boon since leaving Spokane, I 



had endured the torture of stiff, if none too 
cleanly linen, not merely in heroic silence, 
but with cheerful philosophy about the 
country, our special iveyancc. the unhur- 
ried precision of the train crew, and the 
splendid pat' One* of our engineer — re- 
marks which my wife, who was "on" her 
last clean shirtwaist — well "on," let me 
add — declined to laugh at. 

I helped her off. and was rather sulky. I 
believe, about banging our heavy suit-cases 
after us. Yet. when I gras|>ed the out- 
stretched, welcoming hand of my brother 
and looked into the boh), optimistic tad 
health -blowing face of the mountain-lo\er I 
knew him to be. the discomforts of the past 
hours were swallowed up. 



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''Hello, my martyred brother," he 
lauuhed, gathering our luggage in one hand 
as if the leaden contents were cotton candy. 
"We' '11 see that your sacrifice is rewarded. 
Once get you up in the mountains and let 
you loose upon the best water, the best air, 
and the finest trout in the world, and you 
can 't regret it nor forget it — if you live a 
thousand years !" 

We rolled up dust-piled Moscow streets 
in a choking cloud of alkali. It was toler- 
ably hard to let my imagination run ram- 
pant upon trout when the lining of my 
mouth, throat and lungs was a veritable 
soot. But an hour later, in the cool shelter 
of my brother's lawn, refreshed and re- 
clothed, with the consoling taste of a good 
cigar, I was ready to be glad I had come, 
and to listen with no small anticipation to 
the delights in store for us. 

"You like to fish and you 've never seen 
a mountain trout stream?" my brother in- 
terrogated first. In the separation of many 
years our respective tastes had been for- 
gotten. 

I acknowledged the facts. 

"Good ! I've got a trip arranged, Chris, 
that beats anything on earth. It 's a 
cracker-jack ! It 's something that '11 last a 
man a life-time !" 

His words sent a pleasant tingle through 
me. With my eyes on the snow-capped 
mountains beyond, the thought came to me 
that I in my tenderfoot days was to ex- 
perience something for which drudging 
millions of my caste would have given their 
very souls. 

My brother puffed at his cigar in hard 
thought. "I want to get started by Mon- 
day at the very latest," he said. "In short 
figures it will take us the greater part of 
four days to — " 

"To what?" I demanded. 

He looked lis surprise. "You can 't go 
three hundred miles into the mountains 
much quicker," he remarked. 

I gasped. It was incredible. This man 
talked of traveling three hundred miles on 
a fishing excursion as easily as I of a three- 
mile tramp to a "way down East" bass 
hole! 

"Then it is n't into those mounta'ns" — 
I indicated the range in the distance — 
"where we 're going .'" 

"Good Caesar, Chris!" His hearty laugh 



rang out like a boy's. "Did you imagine 
that trout streams anywhere within the 
reach of civilization were fruitful? Listen 
to me ! I'm going- to take you where you 
can get trout — do you hear me? — trout!" 

"But three hundred miles," I urged. "It 
seems — " My mind was already busy with 
hardships by the side of which Noah's pri- 
vate car paled. 

He got up and stood in front of me. I 
can see him now — the excited snap of his 
blue eyes, the emphatic jerk of his head, 
the whole attitude of unprecedented expec- 
tation expressed in voice and gesture. 

"Chris," said he, "do you realize where 
you 're going — that you 're bound miles 
above the place where fishermen have been 
of late years — ever been, perhaps; where 
there are trout, great, speckled, 'lunkerous' 
fellows just waiting" — his hands played as 
with a reel — "just waiting to snap at a fly?" 

The hot glow of his enthusiasm engulfed 
me. I stared at him as at a great and in- 
fallible prophet. 

"Three hundred miles or three thousand, 
you '11 like it," he went on. "There 's no 
particular hardship the way we're going; 
why, the ladies accompany us! Dont shy 
out at your imagination, Chris. Just wait 
until afterward, and then confess that it 
was fifty Michigan circusses rolled into 
one." 

That evening, while we were at dinner 
with a howl of luscious, red, ripe cherries, 
matured in late August, to coddle our ap- 
petites, the rain began to patter softly — 
gentle Idaho rain, and the first we had seen 
in the West. All night it fell, large of 
drop, faster and faster until, in the early 
dawn of Monday morning, the streets of 
Moscow with their two months' accumula- 
tion of dust ran rivers of mud. But. we 
were packed — trunks of provisions, qamp- 
kit, tents, fishing tackle and all — and we 
resolutely turned our hacks upon the mud 
city and took the train. 

Spokane, Washington, and late afternoon 
brought us a cloudless sky and a smiling 
sun. Our luck had begun. The rainy sea- 
son had been postponed. It was with light 
hearts that we retired to rest in that clean- 
liest city of the great Northwest; it was 
still a jollier party which the electric inter- 
urban whisked on the following morning in 
and out of the mountains and along the 



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The Steamer Colfax Rounds a Bend on the Shadowy St. Joe. 



Spokane River — sometimes at the mile-a- 
minute rate — to Coeur d'Alene City at the 
foot of the long and narrow Coeur d' Alene 
lakes. At this romantic mining and lumber 
metropolis, a large side-wheeler, the Idaho, 
steamed away with us, and the morning long 
we threaded countless log-booms and made 
as if to laugh at the grim peaks which tow- 
ered above us and at the icy waters which 
sparkled treacherously beneath. 

As we sat on deck, my brother told this 
rather d squieting tale: 

"A man," said he, "came here in the 
Coeur d'Alene lake country to fish and hunt. 
He fished in a small canoe. On one oc- 
casion he was out on the water and miles — 
supposedly — from a human being. He 
caught a very large trout on a spoon-hook. 
In attempting to land the fish, the canoe 
capsized and in the man's struggles to right 
it. lie became entangled in the strong fish 
line. The big trout, in frantic endeavor to 
free itself, swam 'round and 'round him. 
He could not break the line nor swim with 
the one arm he had free. He sank, and in 
these icy waters and strong undercurrents 



no one ever rises. That was two weeks ago. 
Another man — on shore and too far dis- 
tant to help — saw the tragedy and re- 
ported it." 

My brother paused with one of his little 
outlandish "That 's why !" shakes of his 
head. "No lake fishing for me," he con- 
cluded, significantly. 

"Is the river any safer?" I demanded of 
him with a shiver. 

"Heaps !" he grunted, Indian-fashion. 
Seeing that his story had had no good effect 
upon my nerves, he began an interesting 
harangue on the little lumbering town, Har- 
rison, toward whose harbor we were making. 

It was at Harrison, wild spirt of the 
cedar woods, that we changed steamers, and 
at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, comfortably 
installed upon the Colfax, began our spec- 
tacular windings and rewindings up the 
"shadowy St. Joe," the highest navigable 
river in the world, and characterized in 
every fisherman's heart as the trail to un- 
imaginable and unsurpassable delights. 

Past Indian villages and white men's 
camps, past tiny settlements of mushroom 



AN IDVI.I. nF NIK TKOl'T STKKAMS 




On the Shadow v St. Joe. 



growth, we steamed, while the out-reaching 
willows often brushed our sturdy little ves- 
sel and vagrant lops struck muffled blows 
upon her white sides — through a drawbridge 
alive with squatting squaws and grunting 
chiefs, at whom I rattled off a mocking 
jargon in pure excess of spirits — an ex- 
uberance which was to desert me inoppor- 
tunely — and up, ever up, those peaceful 
waters, between giant peaks still smoking 
from forest fires, to St. Joe, the little town 
at the head of navigation, but at whose foot 
w;t- to begin our ex|>erienee-glutted journey. 
That night from the hotel veranda we sat 
watching the prismatic glow of Mount 
Haldy Peak bathed in Idaho sunset. The 
shadows on the St. Joe deepened. The 
mountains wrapped themselves in white 
mist veils. From a pavilion nearby light 
streamed and the sounds of music and danc- 
ni',- came to our ears, uncanny almost in the 
eternal solitudes of the mountains. There 
was a strange, undetinable acknowledgement 
of my individual inconsequence with me as 
I dropped —loop; it was with me still when 
at I o'clock the following morning the 



alarm clock opened my startled eyes upon 
violet, cloud-covered mountains, white 
mists struggling up from the river, scarlet 
and orange sunbeams beating their way into 
lurking shadows- the whole a rare, ex- 
quisite touch of untamed beauty that be- 
longed to no man and to no civilization. 

At 7 we stood, the five of us, woodsmen 
all in semblance it' not in truth, beside the 
long, narrow river boats which were to 
carry us the two-day journey to our des- 
tination. I had not known myself in the 
glass that morning. Heavy, knee-high 
leather boots, studded on heels and soles 
with tempered steel nails an inch long; that 
invaluable trouser adjunct, "khakis"; thick 
flannel shirt and hunting coat; and disrepu- 
table slouch hat bedecked with rows of flies 
had worked a mighty transformation in my 
erstwhile highly cultivated — so far as self- 
estimation goes — appearance. Our polers, 
sturdy. Herculean limbed fellows, bare- 
muscled to the elbows, stood ready, their 
long wooden poles, steel-pointed, in their 
hands. 

The sun shot up and played upon the rip- 



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The Highest Draw Bridge in the World; at the Mouth of the St. Joe. 



pling waters. Very carefully the polers 
superintended the loading of our heavy 
trunks and pack-sacks into the two boats. 
The crafts listed until they were scarcely 
over water-line; their width was that of a 
man; their length seemed out of all propor- 
tion. We got in, treading cat-like. The 
ladies, my sister-in-law and wife, were 
seated on cushions in the middle of the 
largest boat with reclining backs of soft 
tent canvas. We shoved out into the river. 
Our polers stood lithely at the extreme ends 
of their boats, silent or gruffly talkative, 
yet skilled in the river's every point as only 
men who spend their lives among the moun- 
tain streams can be skilled. I basked laz- 
ily in the fresh morning's beauty. Shadow 
and sunbeam fell athwart us; water rippled 
gurglingly before our tranquil advance. 
Great snags and brush-heaps rose blackly 
above the peaceful river. Along the shore 
the St. Joe lapped musically against the 
rocks. One could drink in beauty with the 
air. It was as a tonic. We poled onward 
in an Elysium of enchantment. And then — 
We rounded a bend, and to mv ears from 



out mysterious distances came a dull, 
hoarse roar like the echo of a Niagara. I 
listened with a growing fear of the un- 
known. 

"A waterfall?" I ventured interrogatively 
of our poler. 

"A riffle," he answered, nonchalantly. 

Back in my native state, on the St. Joe 
River of my boyhood recollection, riffles 
were waters which sang and murmured over 
the stones in tuneful cadence. But this 
long, sullen roar — how was I to analyze that? 
It grew louder, more insistent as we ap- 
proached. At last the rapids burst upon 
us — a seething, eddying washboard of Na- 
ture, maelstrom of swift, convergent cur- 
rents, tumbling and hissing and hurtling at 
the giant rocks immovable in their path, 
churning up green anger in their frenzy to 
get on and on. My hands stiffened con- 
vulsively over the edges of the boat. Surely 
it was impossible to go through that raging 
inferno. No craft could live in it ! 

We shot into the whirling waters. Our 
poler's work had begun. He bent to his 
task like the untiring physical machine that 



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A Quiet Spot on Marble Creek. 

he was. Cords stood out upon his neck and 
arms. He stra'ned down, down, upon the 
long pole. Again and again it clinked sharp 
and hard on the slippery stones in the river 
bed. We crept through, inch by inch. 
Jagged rocks, instruments of destruction 
should they strike our frail craft, missed by 
a hair's breadth. A counter-current skidded 
us half across stream. Water foamed by us; 
we gained, lost, triumphed, whle my 
brother, standing upright in the boat, cool, 
unimpressed, uncaring, cast again and again 
into those boiling waters and reeled in his 
line with a horrifying, inhuman com- 
placency. At last, great miracle, we slid 
into calm, smooth waters, our first riffle 
vanquished and passed. 

I wiped the streaming sweat from my 
face. Was there no way of walking to 
camp, I demanded. I was answered that 
the river sides became canons with deep 
holes at their bases. Were there no trails 
in existence? There were not. But there 
was no danger — no possible danger so long 
as one sat still, remained cool and held on ! 
The polers knew their business; such trips 
were their business. 

The horror of those next hours is with 
me yet. Later, when I myself understood 
and waded in the riffles, my fear left me; 
but then my nerves were bruised and trem- 
bling, and each succeeding rapids, stronger 
and more terrifying than the last, brought 
back my nausea and fright. Many times, 
when it became impossible to pole through 
the currents, the boatmen, wading to their 
waists, dragged the boats over by sheer 
force; and once, in a bad rush of water, 



the older of the two slipped and all but lost 
foothold, so that the long boat turned side- 
wise in the rapids and nearly swept us upon 
the rocks. The eternity of that moment 
left me weak and sick, ashamed as I was of 
my tenderfoot fear. 

I remember with unwelcome vividness 
that we poled up a string of thirty riffles 
before we camped for the night. It was 6 
o'clock and the polers were exhausted and 
hungry for a hot meal. In all we had 
made thirteen miles since morning — thirteen 
miles in ten hours ! 

I recall the camp — a group of deserted 
lumber cabins, clustered at the edge of a 
cedar forest, surrounded by the mountains, 
and washed almost at the very thresholds 
by the thundering river. I see again the 
great fire that leaped and crackled and fed 
hungrily upon the pitch logs heaped upon 
the stones. There were always the stones; 
the country swarmed with them. Our seats 
were stones as we sat and ate, like starved 
savages, with the firelight dancing redly on 
our faces. Ah ! the deliciousness of that 
meal — the snugness of our blanket-spread 
bunks afterward — the roar of the torrent 
that boomed the night long, boomed there 
in the solitudes as it has always and will al- 
ways do. You ask me if I envy those 
hearty, healthy, happy men of the moun- 
tains'? I ask you — what more has life to 
offer? And so I answer you. 

In the early, mist-filled morning we re- 
embarked. All day we poled, mountains be- 
side us, mountains behind us, mountains un- 
ending in our path — by countless springs 
that filtered pure cool water for our thirst, 
past the Corkscrew riffles and the rapids of 
the Black Prince, most dangerous in Idaho, 




Black Rock. Lake Coeur d'Alene. 



AN IDYLL OF THE TROUT STREAMS. Kit 




The Coeur d'Alrne Lake*. From Whose leu Waters and Treacherous Undercurrents No Drown- 
ing Man Ever Escapes. 



and into cuinp at the mouth of Marble 
Creek, twenty-live miles from the scantiest 
of civilization. 1 did not declare my joy to 
feel the solid earth onee more, but I knew it 
was good to chop and stake and work where 
solid ground and bedrock belied any sensa- 
tion of being swallowed by the hungry riffles 
of the St. Joe. 

That next day, by silent consent, was 
ginu over to the dedication of camp. Our 
tents were pitched on a projecting headland, 
Ugb and ipltadjd in its view. The moun- 
tains, rich with tir and cedar and pine, rose 
behind islands and great rocks; beyond these, 
green ranges, ribbed with veins of lead and 
silver. Day and night roared the riffles; to 
our left, as one faced the river, Marble 
Creek, demon of unrest, swept in frothing 
torrent to the river. That day, also, I waded 
in the riffles; learned to understand their cur- 
rents; felt myself their master, though I was 
yet to recant my boast fulness. We fished, too. 



yet lazily, cognizant of what was to come. 

"Tomorrow," said my brother, as we gath- 
ered about the cheer of that evening's camp- 
fire — stars myriad overhead and bright as 
never before — wind sighing in the cedars — 
the melancholy hoot of an owl or the eerie 
snarl of a wildcat — "tomorrow," he re- 
peated, drawing hard at his great, black 
pipe, "you'd best make the creek trip. 
You 're fresh for it now. Louis" — he men- 
tioned his son — "will take you." 

"You mean that you 're not going your- 
selff" I asked, incredulously. 

!!•■ shook his head. "I made it last year," 
he said. "It 's hard — slipperiest creek in 
the world. But go, even if you dont get up 
a mile. You '11 find the fish and he glad of 
the experience. I'll see what new spots I 
can locate on up the river." 

I was inclined to consider the whole mat- 
ter as a joke. To bring a tenderfoot, the 
greenest of Eastern tenderfoots, up into 



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A Marble Creek Catch. 

the mountains and then deliberately to refuse 
to rampage the trout streams with him — it 
was inconsistent. More, it was preposterous. 
I remonstrated with him. 

"I know what I'm talking about," he in- 
sisted. "I may make the creek trip some 
time while I'm up here if I dont do as well 
up the river. You '11 understand tilings bet- 
ter when you get back tomorrow night. For 
one thing, my shoes are in no way as good 
as yours and the creek trip would be sure to 
put them out of commission for wading in 
the river. Oh, you '11 be grateful enough to 
me for urging you to go." 

I did n't think so then. Afterward — but 
that 's my story. Very little more could I 
get out of him. I fell asleep that night, 
filled with strange, conflicting emotions. If 
the creek trip, as old fishermen affirmed, was 
a "life is too short" ordeal, why had my 
brother urged me so persistently to take it? 
Of course, Louis, my nephew, was eager and 
optimistic about the venture. He was 
young, full of life and hardened by a Sum- 
mer in the mountains. But in the face of 
my brother's actions, was it safe to accept 
his assurances that it was "all right; a lit- 
tle slippery, but the best fishing ever"? 
Still, I was resolved to go, if my nerve held 
good. 

We were to start at five. Later I learned 
the necessity for our early departure. At 
four I awoke. My eyes rested first upon the 
canvas stretched above my head. It was 
black on the inside with flies, frosted and 
stupefied with the cold. I dressed shivering- 
ly, slipping on an extra pair of heavy 
woolen socks and drawing a thick sweater 
over my flannel shirt. The thought of the 



temperature of the water into which I must 
plunge at that ungodly hour was in no wise 
reassuring. 

We ate a hot breakfast at 4:20. Then 
my nephew and myself, each with fish sack 
slung over our shoulders and rod in our 
hands, struck the back trail to the creek. 
At 4:50 we waded heroically into the 
stream — clear, sparkling watei-, but icy 
cold as only mountain water can be at day- 
break. Yet the shock was not great. A mo- 
ment and our chill was passed. Nor, in 
after days, did we ever "catch cold," though 
we were in the water and wet to the skin 
the day long. 

Impulsively, we stooped down and drank 
great palmfuls of the pure liquid. It put 
new life into us. What wild energy and 
daring I seemed to possess as we struck out 
up the middle of the creek! How invincible 
I felt myself, even with that swift, danger- 
ous water pummeling and pushing at my 
knees ! 

The sun broke over sheer canon walls at 
our sides. It was no great exertion to walk, 
even on a bottom of smooth, slippery stones 
Dig as a man's two hands, and against a 
racing current. The nails in our boots 
steadied our steps. We could see every inch 
of our way. We lifted our feet with cau- 
tion; made sure of their succeeding posi- 
tions; braced them firmly between stones as 
we set them down. 

The air warmed slowly. I no longer felt 
the water's cold. My limbs glowed, pulsing 
with red blood. The day was fine, clear as 
a bell. I crossed and recrossed the stream, 
following my nephew's lead. We waded 
riffles; skirted deep holes. Still we did not 
fish. We were waiting — waiting for great 
things ! 




Hotel -St. Joe.- 



AN IDYLL OF TDK TBOUT STREAMS. 



91 



In the course of an hour we came to ■ 
bunieil log jam. h was a half-mile long by 
a quarter in width, (ireat trees, products 
of centur.'es, lay tiled at every conceivable 
angle. Some, perfect in outward form. 
irere mere shells through which the unwary 

il broke, precipitating ita unfortunate 
owner into t lie creek beneath. Over these 
my aepbew asramblod with the nimbleness 
of a equine] and skilfully swum: himself 
down from monster roots to logs heyond. I 
followed with considerably less ag lity. 

■ ltd the jam lay a deep, dark pool at 
the edge of a riffle and shadowed by ;i 
great, overhanging rock. Standing oppo- 

•. the boy cast into it. his "fly" Hilling 
gracefully just where the foaming water 
washed the rock; his line zipped out; he 
began playing a big trout. Vary skilfully 
be tired it. Then with a nimble sprint he 
brought it up on the shore stones and threw 
himself upon it, full length. The trick m 
a Western one of saving a big trout. We 
carried no landing nets. We could scarcely 
have used them. 

Almost at the instant of the trout's land- 
ing, my awkwani casting bore fruit. Some- 
thing struck with incredible speed and ac- 
curacy at my fly. My line sang. I was 
playing my first big trout. And how I 
played him ! Back and forth he thrashed, 
over and over! It was such sport as I had 
never dreamed of. My rod bent double. 
Still he held. Then, slowly, I reeled him in. 
a three-pounder, speckled, spotted, striped. 
opalescent — built as gracefully yet as pow- 
erfully as a fish may be — a prince of the 
finny tribe. 

I held him up with care, exultingly. My 
nephew was calling to me to bring him my 
knife. He had caught a monster — eighteen 
and a half inches from tip to tip. I gasped 
when I saw it. He slashed its throat with 
the knife, placed it in bis sack, fastened the 
bag eareleaaly. But bis throat-caning bail 
been poorly done. The powerful fish 
flopped out and was hack in the current be- 

ra we could turn. I knew then, for the 
time, what we bad to deal with. 

We went on. stopping hut infrequently to 
cast. Always the size of the trout grew; 
always their waryness decreased. "Bigger 
ones ahead!" would cry my enthus'astic 
nephew. And, tired by his promises, I 
struggled on. The rocks grew larger, the 



water swilter. We had to avoid stepping 
on the flat white stones in the creek bottom. 
They were like flint, but slippery as polished 
ice. Our nails would not scratch them. 
Boulders baoMM engineering propositions. 
It began to take us minutes to draw our- 
selves over them. They were nearly as 
treacherous as the bed stones. Many t mes I 
fell heavily, or saved myself only by a 
painful wrench. 

Hours afterward 1 commanded a halt. It 
was 1 o'clock by my watch. We selected a 
shelving ledge of granite and ate our 
pocket lunch while we rested. In the mid- 
dle of the most delicious sandwich. 1 believe, 
that was ever manufactured, 1 casually in- 
quired of my nephew how many miles we 
had made. 

"About three." be replied. Since, I know 




Little Fall*"— 8t. 



Jot River, Junt Below a 
Riffle. 



he was right; but then the half of my 
precious sandwich fell from my nerveless 
fingers and sped downstream. I was dum- 
founded. Three miles, when I believed it to 
be twenty — three miles in eight hours! 

But if the truth were in a sense an evi- 
dence of effort inadequately rewarded, if 
the everlasting mar of those waters was at 
last getting on my nerves, I forgot all this 
as we stood ankle-deep or waded to our hips 
in the creek and cast our artificial lures into 
some churning riffle or shaded pool; I 

it as the BpaeUad beauties, whose movements 
were so quick that we almost never beheld 
them in the water, "raised" and were off with 
the hook, the line, seemingly the rod itself; 
forgot it as we played them in the excite- 
ment of the man beside the ticker or the 
winning Itettor at the race course: forgot 






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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



it as our sacks bulged farther and farther 
out with trout whose like I had believed ex- 
isted only in fable or tradition. To the eye, 
Marble Creek was a thundering torrent of 
the mountains, interesting only SO far as 
boulders and rapids and waterfalls are in- 
teresting; but to us, the initiated, its every 
riffle leaped with fish whose mould is the 
mould of perfection, whose coloring' is of 
the most exquis.tely blended pinks and vio- 
lets and purples; whose capture is the acme 
of the fisherman's delight, and whose meat 
is the finest, sweetest, purest of all animal 
flesh. 

I remember — what incident of that day 
do I not recall with initial vividness? — that 
at one time I was casting into a large, shad- 
owy pool at the base of a cliff across stream. 
1 was standing several yards from shore, 
ankle-deep, on the brink of a narrow rushing 
channel. Suddenly I hooked a trout which 
stole half of my line before I could stop the 
reel. Instinctively, I realized that my "big 
fish" had come. My excitement was intense. 
I knew that my only hope lay in tiring him. 
That procedure lasted for five minutes; it 
seemed five years. My nephew encouraged 
me with shouts and yelled advice above the 
roaring of the waters. By merest chance I 
started the big trout sw'mming toward me. 
Yard after yard I reeled him in. Then, for- 
getting caution, I deliberately swung his 
great weight over the stones toward the 
shore. Where he struck the water could not 
have been more than an inch deep and fully 
twenty feet from the main channel. Yet I 
never saw him after that. He was gone — 
and my best fly with him ! 

The sun gave us tardy reminder that we 
were a long, arduous way from camp. We 
were reluctant, yet willing, to leave the spot. 
The feeling was in us that we had only to 
turn our backs upon th's enchantment and 
it would be transformed into the reality of 
commonplace things. Yet our fish sacks 
were stuffed to bursting; we had even strung 
the surplus of our catch. 

We reeled in our lines and started. But 
now, with the excitement, the fascination, 
the glamour worn off, fatigued by those long 
morning hours of continued walking, and 
carrying a heavy load of fish, my feet be- 
came suddenly sore and mutinous. The 
force of the riffles, too, in my weariness 
made me nervous. It was all changed, but 



the realization of that change worked the 
great disillusionment. The roar of the creek 
took on a mocking note; the silences were 
pregnant with ill-omen ; the stones, indeed, 
seemed slipperier than before. My whole 
body ached dully. My nephew had grown 
tantalizing. He appeared no more tired 
than at the start, and constantly forged 
away from me. In drawing myself over a 
rock, I slipped and splashed my full length 
in a deep hole. He turned around and 
grinned at my dripping condition. It made 
me sullen. My feet barely dragged. I be- 
gan to see why staid old fishermen declined 
our twenty-two-inch trout with thanks. 

My nephew vanished around a bend; re- 
appeared again on the opposite side of the 
creek. 1 did not know where he had crossed. 
I could see no place which I considered safe. 
I could not make him hear me. In my anger 
I waded in, detenu ned to cross regardless 
of consequences; made the mistake of get- 
ting in front instead of behind a big rock; 
and felt my feet, braced though they were, 
slipping, slipping in the gurgling whirlpool in 
which I stood. I shouted fearfully to the boy. 
He was farther out of hearing than before 
Frantically, 1 tried to push through; failed. 
I no longer dared to 1 ft my feet. I felt 
that, if I once got down in that horrible 
current, I would never get up. It was as 
near as I have ever come to a complete loss 
of reason. 

Of an instant, I saw a tall, broad-shoul- 
dered fellow peering down .it me from a 
rock overhead. I saw him clamber down in 
answer to my cries, though his figure was 
but a blur to my reeling brain. My hold 
loosened alarmingly. 1 went down, clutch- 
ing, clutching at those mocking rocks. But 
even as I went to my death, I felt the 
stranger's strong una reach out and stay my 
going. 

A drowning dream is popularly supposed 
to be a pleasant sensation. The water closes 
placidly over one's head. There comes the 
feeling of indifference, almost of ease. 
Down — down one slowly sinks as if through 
a yielding bed of countless feathers. 

Mine was none of this sort. In the re- 
pellant detail of my dream, I hurtled down- 
stream in that murky green inferno, banging 
my helpless body against those jagged rocks, 
sweeping on, half -stunned, dying with every 
lingering horror of the process, past my 



AN IDYLL OF TllK TROUT BTREAMS. 






nephew anil on — on until, snatched asiile by 
an all powerful whirlpool. 1 sank into it* 
oblivion and death. 

I awoke with the aoU sweat dinging to 
me in great globule*. A woman, young anil 
dexterous <>f linger, was bonding over me, 
washing a small trash on my forehead. Above 
me m the rough-hewn logs of a home- 
steader's cabin. I lay on a cot by the win- 
dow. A> 1 abm my eyes now, 1 recall the 
c|iiiet words with whirh she satistied my lir-t 
impatient quer> - . 

"This is a homesteader's cabin, sir. You 
are alnuit two miles from your camp; I be- 



"You can thank him by forgetting him— 
and the whole incident," she answered. "Vmi 
do not understand this, perhaps; sometime 
you may. Do you think you are able to 
take the trail T" 

1 saw that she wanted me to go, and 
acquiesced. The walk of a minute brought 
u- to the trail, ami there I left her with a 
last aTOW«] of my gratefulness. 

M\ thoughts were unusual ones as I 
plunged into the woods. Gradually the 
truth was dawning upon me. Scattered 
fragments of my brother's conservation 
shaped ihcinselve- in my mind -fragments 




■I'lrifi; thi l.illlr Titun That CMNMNoa PdiiiII .l;i;>ni. 



lieve you are one of the parly camping at 
the mouth of the creekt" I nodded. "When 
you are rested." she went on. "I will show 
yon the trail. You had a narrow escape." 

My glance, as it roved about the room, 
fell upon my tish sack and rod. both intact. 
Instinctively. I reached for my watch. It 
was after five and growing dusk. I sat up 
determinedly, a little weak at first, but with 
training strength. 

"Where is the man who brought me 
here — pulled me out of the creek?" I asked. 
"I want to thank him." 

I shall never forget how her sharp but 
kindly eyes looked at me. 



concerning a man, in hiding not three mile* 
from our camp, who mouths before had 
shot down a da 'ui-juin|ier as he knelt to 
drink from a spring. Like a flash I .was 
convinced that it was the murderer who had 
saved my life and subsequently disappeared. 
It was his wife faithful to him through 
all — who had shown me the trail. She lived 
there alone in their homestead, while he. 
no doubt, remained in nearby concealment 
and in instant communicatinii with an end- 
less chain of informants in the guise of set- 
tlers and rivemien. There was a reward of 
seven thousand dollars on his head, but his 
position was all-advantageous and no per- 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



son or persons cared to test its security. A 
thrill, half of dread, half pleasure, shot 
through me. 

I stopped suddenly, blinking. Before me 
stretched not one perfect trail, but several 
imperfect paths. In my self-absorption I 
had missed my way. The light was fading 
in the woods. I could not distinguish clear- 
ly the blazing on the trees. I had to act 
quickly. There was no use in retracing my 
steps; I could never find the cabin. My 
only hope lay in getting down to the river. 
As I listened I could hear its roaring. 

I left the trail and began the mountain's 
descent. On hands and knees over giant 
logs, falling through rotting brush-heaps, 
bruised, cut, my clothing in shreds, I went 
that mile to the river. It was a journey sec- 
ond only in fearfulness to the creek; but I 
came to the river at last and struggled 
through dusk and following darkness down 
to camp, there to spend my last strength in 
convincing my wife that I still lived and in 
recounting my remarkable story. 

It was a considerable time before I ven- 
tured to fish once more. T never again at- 



tempted the creek. But in the long, tran- 
quil days that came and vanished in our 
camp life, wonderful in their very essence 
of mystery, I thought, much upon that cabin 
isolated on the mountain and of the man 
and woman who had played so unforgettable 
a part in my commonplace existence. I 
even tried to philosophize a bit upon the in- 
cident as I fished or lolled contentedly about 
camp, eating, drinking and sleeping as a 
man to whom the flight from civilization had 
given a new being and a new life. 

The end came and we broke camp, shoot- 
ing in seven hours over those very riffles up 
which we had toiled with so much labor. 
At a little cabin half-way down, a lady pas- 
senger was taken on. We heard someone 
say as she got in the boat that she had ridden 
to that point five and twenty miles on the 
trail in the saddle. She did not appear to 
notice me; but I read in her quick little 
glance in my direction an appeal for my 
silence. And I, thinking of a lonely cabin 
and of a man who, though a fugitive from 
justice, had still a great human heart, held 
my peace. 




The Mouth of the St. Joe River — Harrison in the Distance. 









The Crater of Kllauea : MSM |Wm Fi> W the P(« of Holrmoumou, 2H Jfff*« .At»ai/. 
Immiiimt, FnregroHnd 1» 800 f>ef .Above t*e Genera/ Floor of the Cruti r. 



The 



A Day with a Volcano 

By Arthur Muirhcud Burns 




mr 



IKKW toursts who were in- 
ilulu'iriu; in a late supper at 

'n I' Hilo's restaurants on 

the night <>f January !) last 
wen- anion:; tin' tirst to see 
that the mighty mountain of 
Mauna Loa hail broken into eruption. In 
the balmy tropie night they wore taking 
things easily enough, when sonic one sud- 
denly noticed a glare in the heavens. 

"Must be some plantation on tire." sug- 
gested some one, but in two seconds a col- 
umn of flame-lit smoke sprang into the air 
for thousands of feet it would be rash to 
guess how many thousands — and Hilouians 
knew there was trouble in the crater of 
Mokuawooweip. the pit at the summit of the 
mountain. 



It happened that the present writer was 
awakened almost immediately after the first 
discovery Of the outbreak and in common 
with others, in werd stapes of dress and un- 
. hurried to one of ihe bridges that 
spans the Wailuku River to got an uninter- 
rupted view. Tl e sight was one which could 
not he discounted even by the aurora in its 
most brilliant displays. 

That tl tbreak was in the crater of 

Mokuaweoweo there couh! be 1 ttle doubt, 
for. though forty miles away, the northerly 
I p of the crater was clearly delined. 

From behind this dark barrier there up- 
rose a tremendous pillar of smoke, which, lit 
as it was by the seething' expanse of lava in 
the pit below, looked as though it were virtu- 
ally flame itself. The crater is inanv miles 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




Making a Landing from B. S. "Kauai.' 



in circumference, and it seems certain that 
at the time of the outbreak the whole floor 
must have broken into activity. The column 
of fire rose steadily as the early morning 
hours wore on, and a vast black cloud, like 
some colossal umbrella, began to spread 
above. At times this awesome pillar would 
be almost white, then again in a second or 
so it would turn bright golden and later 
sink to a deep crimson. The changes in the 
colorings and in the form of the pillar were 
kaleidoscopic and continual but from it all 
there came no sound to the hundreds of 
wondering watchers in H lo. 

Here it may be explained that the crater 
of Mokuaweoweo, from which this splendid 
phenomenon appeared, is not the "Volcano" 
which is visited by the average tourist. That 
is the crater of Kilauea, an outlet in the 
easterly (lank of Mauna Loa at a distance of 
some twenty odd m les from the summit and 
about nine thousand feet lower down. 
Mauna Loa's height has been officially re- 
corded as being 13,675 feet. 

The crowd watching the marvelous sight in 
Hilo waited up all night until, shortly be- 
fore daybreak, the intense light dwindled 
and when day dawned there was only the 
huge pall of smoke high in the air to g've 
evidence of what had happened. A few slight 
shocks of earthquake were felt during the 



night and later reports were to the effect 
that further up the mountain side there had 
been many shocks, though none did damage. 

It was on Friday, the 11th, that word 
reached Hilo which confirmed the forecast of 
old-timers, who declared that the pent-up 
lava had found an exit somewhere through 
the weaker wall of the mountain on the 
southerly or Ka-u side of the mountain, for 
the news came that coincident with the dis- 
appearance of fire in the crater of Mokua- 
weoweo a huge rift had appeared in the 
flank of Mauna Loa in the section known as 
Kahuku. The break occurred on the ranch 
of Colonel Norris, a wealthy cattleman. It 
was situated at an approximate height of 
seven thousand feet, and was distant about 
twenty miles from the sea. From the rift 
thus formed a tremendous flood of lava 
poured down the mountain side. The few 
who saw it say that at first it ran with fright- 
ful force, though as in its progress it cooled, 
the speed naturally grew slower and slower. 

By Saturday the lava had reached the 
Government road round the Island of Ha- 
waii, and in crossing it had put the telephone 
system out of existence completely, burning 
the poles and destroying the wires. Any 
correct information was thus doubly hard to 
obtain, and the following Tuesday the first 
party was organized to proceed to the flow 



A DAY WITH A VOLCANO. 



97 






by the steamship Kauai from Mil". l'ro- 
IMMIlling by I he easterly and southeasterly 
of t lie island, Ihe MM "t t lit- flow 
was reaelicd shortly after dusk on the night 
of the 15th, and all night long the visitors 
watched enthralled the rivers of fire; for 
the main stream had now split in two. The 
easterly id' the (lows was about half a mile 
wide and the westerly, some -i\ miles t,. 
tin* •thwe-.t. was slightly less. The com- 
plete MUM of the two rivers of molten rock 
coidd be traced for twenty miles or - 
the break in the mountain side. 

Karlv in the morning a landing was made, 
not without difficulty, for the shore is about 
as inhospitable a mass of black lava as 
could be imagined, and sheltering' a 
where the huge rollers from the South l'a 
citie may be avoided, are hard to find, 

There were just twenty-two Hilonians who 
managed to reach the oMOming lava flow, 
for, though the head of the stream was Imt 









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l'ahnrh«r" Fl» 



Way to t» 



eak. 



The Oncoming Tide of -a-a." Moving About 30 
Feet an Hour. 

two miles from the sea, the two miles formed 
about as tough traveling as could be found. 
It was all over the flow of 1887. Part was 
over the smooth lava, which is known in 
Hawaiian as "pahoehoe", and the balance 
over the rough and brittle "a-a". The pa- 
hoehoe is crossed and reerossed with cracks 
which threaten sprained ankles or broken 
legs every minute, and the a-a is simply a 
tangled waste of congealed or crystallized 
lava, which cuts the toughest kind of boota 
to shreds in a very short time. 

But the journey, with all the attendant 
discomfort, was well worth the making. Ar- 
rived at the flow, the visitors saw a remark- 
able sight. The height of the wall of lava 
varied between fifteen and thirty feet, and 
by taking observations it was decided that 
it was progressing at the rate of thirty feet 
an hour. The flow was entirely a-a. It came 
on in a curious fashion, literally tumbling 
over itself. The top of the wall would 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




On the Brink of the Pit of Halemaumau. 



The Pit Was over 500 Feet Deep When This Was 
Taken. 



crumble away and fall forward as the titanic 
forces in the volcano miles away sent forth 
more and more of its molten rock. This 
would repeat and repeat until the road to 
the sea was slowly being broken. Some huge 
pieces of lava would roll forward and roll a 
long distance, and on these the visitors would 
scorch letters, coins and so on. The wind 
setting from the sea, it was possible to go 
within a yard or two of the slowly-moving 
flow though a sl ; ght shift in the wind's direc- 
tion would send any living thing — short of 
the fabled salamander — scampering from the 
spot, so intense was the heat. 

But despite the fact that the flow reached 
within a mile of the sea, it was not destined 
to take the salt plunge this time, for on Sun- 
day, January 20, Madame Pele — the god- 
dess who, according to Hawaiian lore, con- 
trols subterranean fires — changed her mode 
of procedure and sent a blazing flood of lava 
into the pit of Halemaumau, the central pit 
of the crater of Kilauea. This spot is eas- 
ily thirty m'les from the scene of the former 
outbreak. That the lava flowed through 
some huge cavern is patent, for it first broke 



into the pit of Halemaumau at a point 
above the old floor. The floor of the pit was 
estimated as being ofiO feet below the gen- 
eral floor of the crater of Kilauea, and at 
this writing (February 2) the molten flood 
has filled up about 200 feet of this. There 
remains no reason, beyond the possible 
vagaries of Madame Pele, to suppose that 
the flow will cease, and if the central pit 
should fill to overflowing, the spectacle will 
assuredly be wonderful beyond description. 
Volcanic eruptions so far from being 
feared in Hawaii are actually welcomed, 
strange as this may appear to those who 
have never witnessed or experienced these 
phenomena. Kilauea is ever active to a 
greater or less extent, and this is regarded 
as a certain safety valve should the forces 
of nature feel restless. As a sample of ln»v 
the man most interested in the recent flow in 
Ka-u looks on little matters like a flow of 
lava half a mile wide across his ranch, it is 
recorded that Colonel Norris commented 
thus: "I woke up some time in the middle 
of the night and saw a big glare, and I 
thought the kitchen was afire. I got up in 




On the Seto Flow Where th< llrcit Was MMI 




The Little Beggar," One of the Sumerou* Blowhole* WMcfc 8pouf Lava When the Volcano 

Is ill Eruption. 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 







A Bridge Over a Crack in the Crater Floor. 



a hurry, but found that it was only a lava 
flow, so I went back to sleep." 

Meanwhile it will be safe to hazard the 
guess that never before has Madame Tele 
had so many pilgrims to worship at her 
shrine. Steamers have been dispatched both 
from Hilo and Honolulu crowded to the limit 
with people keen on seeing the wonderful 
display in Ka-u, while hundreds have rid- 
den or driven overland to the scene. Now 
that the flow there has ceased, the volcano 
of Kilauea, which as has been explained 
is an outlet for the same flow, is the ob- 
jective point, and the usually quiet streets of 
Hilo grow unwontedly gay with the presence 
of parties of tourists either going or coming. 

The trip in the older days was something 
of a journey, but now it can be made in all 
comfort. A railroad ride takes the trav- 
eler through the cane plantations to within 
nine miles of the Volcano House, the re- 
mainder of the journey being by stage 
through a riot of tropical growth. 

The first sight of Kilauea !s awe-inspiring. 
The earth drops suddenly away immediately 
in front of the Volcano House to a depth of 
over 800 feet, and there stretches the vast 
lava plain miles in extent. In the middle 



distance a column of steam is always rising 
from the pit of Halemaumau, and when, as 
at present, the pit is filling with live lava, 
the glow at night is a sight not to be missed. 
To the west lies the mighty bulk of Mauna 
Loa, the slope appearing so gradual that it 
is hard to realize that the summit is 13,675 
feet high. At present, despite the terrific 
heat below, the summit is snow-capped. 

The brink of the pit of Halemaumau is 
of course the point sought as soon as pos- 
sible by sight-seers. The trail thither leads 
across Kilauea in almost a straight line for 
over three miles. Once arrived at the br nk 
the fascination is so great that people find 
it hard to tear themselves away. This is 
especially true of those who visit the scene 
at night. The turbulent lava spout here 
and there in fountains which fall back with 
sullen splashes. The continuous swishing of 
the fiery flood against the walls which im- 
prison it, the marvelous changes in the col- 
ors shown by the bottom of the pit, the 
knowledge that one is in the presence of a 
force so great that the human mind does not 
even dare to estimate it — all of these combine 
to make the experience one never to be for- 
gotten. 



UNIVERSITY 

OF 




am Pli< 



Out-of-Doors in California 

By George Wharton James 

Author of "In and Around tin- Grand Canyon, I'he Indians of the Painted Desert Region,' 

"Indian Basketry." "In and Out of the Old Missions of California," 
"Traveler's Hand Hook to Southern California," etc 




is not my purpose in lliis 
article to speak of the out- 
of-door sports, such :is golf. 
n|o. tennis, yachting, hunt- 
in !.'. fishing and the like. 
Kvrrvhody knows of the 
Winter golfing and polo nu r . anil the (Treat 
games of tennis that California '.rives, and 
pages and illustrations galore have been eir 
ciliated showing the advantages the Golden 
State possesses for yachting, hunting and 
fishing. In the main the California!! need 
not l>oast nor brag about these things, yet, 
somehow, you cannot keep the genuine Cali- 
fornian from gloating over its natural ad- 
vantages. He knows his state is j>eculiarly 
'handsome.'' and he is bound that everyone 



else shall know it. Its skies are bluer, its 
mountains higher, its deserts drier, its for- 
ests more "foresty," its waters wetter, its 
mirages more mystic, its islands more charm- 
ing, its fruits sweeter, its Mowers more de- 
licious, its air more balmy, etc., etc., etc., 
than those of any other country on earth. 
The California orator puts one foot on the 
North Pah and the other on the North Star. 
gum calmly ami complacently over the whole 
universe, and then compares it all with his 
own state — greatly to the credit and glorili- 
cation of the latter. 

Ami I am a California!!, with all the de- 
fects and vices of my coin|ieera. 

So. if at the outset. I begin to brag of the 
"glorious climate of Califomy." I shall but 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




A Camp in the Woods. 



The Graham Pi oto Co. 



follow in the wake of such honored names 
as those of Bret Harte, Charles Warren 
Stoddard, Thomas Starr King, Joseph Le 
Conte, Joaquin Miller and a host of others. 
For, be it brag or boast, or solemn assertion, 
there is no denying to the Californian the 
claim that both his Summer and Winter cli- 
mate — in the main — surpass those of the rest 
of America for any out-of-door life. It 
seems as if God knew that the time would 
come when hundreds of thousands of his 
American children would need an out-of-door 
climate every day in the year. He gave them 
the granite boulders of Vermont and Mas- 
sachusetts to develop sturdiness of charac- 
ter; he gave them the harsh Winters of the 
North to bring out scorn of all outward in- 
conveniences, and he gave them the florid 
warmth with its moisture in the South to de- 
velop semi-tropical graces, but he kept for 
California the ideal Winter and Summer cli- 
mate — neither too warm nor too hot, nor too 
dry, nor too moist— for the development of 
the highest physical, mental and spiritual 
manhood. For it cannot be denied that 
where the most favorable soil and climate 
exist the best flowers, fruits and vegetable 
products spring forth; and in the physical, 
mental and spiritual world it is the same. 
California is the paradise for all out-of- 
door lovers. It affords every kind of climate, 
from the most vigorous to the most balmv 



and mild. I know of no other state in 
the country where snow falls so deep that 
the horses have to be trained to the use of 
snowshoes, and where a dozen ponderous en- 
gines are required to force a snow-plough 
through the drifts, and where a hundred or 
more miles of snow-sheds have had to be 
built to permit the movement of Winter 
trains; and yet within a few hours of these 
rigors one may sit out of doors, reading his 
book, or go into the garden and gather helio- 
trope, violets, roses and a thousand varie- 
ties of flowers, or call upon the gardener for 
guavas, pomegranates, oranges, lemons, 
strawberries and other rich and luscious 
fruits. For several years it was my New 
Year's boast that— on that day— I rode from 
the buds, butterflies, bees, blossoms and hum- 
ming birds of my garden to the snowdrifts 
of Mount Lowe, where I enjoyed snow-ball- 
ing, tobogganing, sleighing and other Win- 
ter sports; back again to the Pasadena 
Tournament of Roses, where I have seen a 
quarter of a million roses of one kind used 
in the decoration of one float; and thence 
down to the Pacific for an hour's enjoyable 
swim. Where else in the world is such a 
day of varied climates possible? 

This climate in itself is an education to 
the young in being out of doors. It offers 
its own peculiar lives. It is a most effective 
"Call to the Wild." "Come out, come out!" 




Camp Life at WiUon't Peak. 



The 




The Los Angeles Polo Team. 



The Graham Photo Co 



it says, "for here are life, health, vim, vigor, 
in this sun-laden, oxygen-charged atmos- 
phere." Indeed there is scarcely a day 
throughout the whole year when even deli- 
cate children cannot be out a large portion 
of the time. Babies are taken out Winter 
and Summer. They have none of the anemic 
and bloodless look of children kept indoors 
throughout the Winter months. They be- 
come "brown as Indians," for, like the In- 
dians, they expose themselves more or less 
to the sun and the atmosphere, and become 
at the same time browned and healthy. 

California is a paradise to the artist. 
These outdoor cond'tions peculiarly appeal 
to him, for they enable him to come in closest 
contact with nature more months in the year 
than is possible in the more rigorous cli- 
mates. Then, too, think of the color effects 
that are produced here — colors entirely and 
totally different from those of any other 
part of the country. John C. Van Dyke, in 
his prose-poem The Desert, has shown how 
wonderfully this phase of California appeals 
to the color-sense in the artist, and when one 
recalls the variety of the scenery from the 
color standpoint he is amazed and delighted 
at the wealth of suggestions it affords. For 
its scenery is varied, picturesque — deserts, 
oceans, islands, mountains, forests, canons, 
valleys, as nowhere else in the same extent of 



territory, and the rugged, wild and forbid- 
ding is "cheek by jowl" with the cultivated, 
gentle, refined and pastoral. The greatest 
mountain painters of America gained their 
inspirations here — Moran, Hill. Keith and 
Bierstadt, and now Gardner Symons, Brown, 
Lindgren, Santerwin, Judson and Eytel, 
with many others, are proving that there is 
still potency in the magic of the Sierras and 
their companion deserts, to affect the new 
and younger school as it did the older. 

Here, Winter as well as Summer, the artist 
may work out of doors, bathed in the sun- 
shine and in touch with rich floral treasures 
and the sweet scent of orange blossoms 
on the one hand, snow-clad mountain- 
peaks and on the other, gorgeously colored 
valleys leading the eye to pearly-faced ocean 
in which bathe amethystine and opal islands. 

The "House-Boater" finds in California the 
ideal spot of the world. Here he need never 
to abandon his home on the watery deep. 
Safely moored in the quiet bays, inlets and 
sequestered nooks of the Pacific, the Winter 
is just as tempting as the Summer, and the 
out-door life is made perpetual. There is a 
peculiar fascination about house-boating to 
those who love the water. William Black, 
Frank R. Stockton and John Kendriek Bangs 
did not in any way exhaust the literary pos- 
sibilities of the subject. While I have spoken 



OUT OF DOORS IN CALIFORNIA. 



105 



of the "moored" boat, it is by no means nec- 
essary that it should even be moored longer 

than its owner desires. Movement is the soul 
of house-boat life. Today you are anchored 
in one spot, your eyes resting upon one kind 
of coast, and tomorrow you may be some- 
where else with an entirely different picture 
I you. On the house-boat there are no 
tixed land-capes; BO externally monotonous 
front lawn, with the selfsame tree stuck in 
the center, that never cliamres; no hack 
yard, with its outhouses, chicken-coops, rab- 
bits piles and general accumulation of 
"culch." The kindly water takes everything 
that is disagreeable into its embrace, and 
then presents a smiling face over the sep- 
ulchre of "dead soldiers," old tin cans and 
mouldy debris it has so accommodatingly 
buried. Talk about a whited sepulchre! 
There is no whited sepulchre equal to the 
ocean, and the charm of it all is. the water 
is unconscious of its iniquities and smiles at 
you with such conscious innocence that you 
smile back and take it at its face value. 
California is the paradise for the young 



man Of woman -for, thank Cod, young 
women are learning in its out-door expan 
siveness to exercise their rational inclina- 
tions to nature study — to know nature in all 
her aspects at first hand. Thoreau. fiilbert 
White and John Burroughs have made cer- 
tain quiet and picturesque localities classic 
by their out-of-door pictures of thetn. Cali- 
fornia has its John M iiir. its William Keith. 
its Mr. and Mrs. T. G. 1-euinion, its Joaepll 
and Elizabeth Orinnell, its Clarence Kim:. 
it- W. C. Hartlett. Olive Thorns Miller. 
Geraldine Bonner, Mary Austin, Sharlot M. 
Hall, and a few others, hut its great canons 
sra ><■! uinle-ciiheil, its deserts are scarcely 
more than barely known, its mountain peaks 
seldom climbed. Instead of tooling away 
their energies on golf and polo and tennis — 
sports all right enough in their way — why 
should not the adventurous take hold of this 
fawiilialiim country in a larger, braver, 
bolder wayt Muir will live as long as the 
Sierras live, because be has identified himself 
with their life. What a wild thr.ll of ecstatic 
pleasure conies over one as he reads his de- 




A CruUer at Arch Rork. 



Th« Cralmni I'lmlii 



106 



THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



scription of climbing a tall tree in the high- 
est Sierras while a wild storm was raging. 
To have the pure air of God pumped into 
you by nature's own force-pump, to feel it 
going in at every pore and reaching every 
nerve and blood vessel, tuning up every par- 
ticle of the physical being; is there any won- 
der that a man with such an experience comes 
like the breezes he describes into the lives of 
civilization-pampered men and women? What 
golf or tennis can ever equal his mountain- 
climbing adventures? Think of the muscle- 
hardening and soul-strengthening process 
that comes to the true Sierra climber — up 
among the peaks, down in the canons, strug- 
gling up the slopes. I once took Clarence 
Eddy, the great organist, on a trip up one of 
our high mountains, and, fortunately, a fierce 
storm arose when we were well up the peak. 
It was his first experience in anything of the 
kind. His hat was whirled away into the 
"everywhere" and he never saw it again; his 
long beard was rudely tossed as no civilized 
wind ever tossed it, and he was once literally 
lifted from the saddle by the force of the 
winds. The howling and shrieking and wail- 
ing and roaring were wonderful, and where 
the trees offered resistance the battle was 
thrilling, even though one of the combatants 
was invisible. When we returned to the 
quietude of the valley, the great organist ex- 
claimed, "That was an experience I would 
not have missed for anything. It has given 
me new conception of music. I shall play 
as I never have played before." 

For fourteen years Carl Eytel has been 
fraternizing with the Colorado Desert. He 
has tramped over its sandy wastes, climbed 
its sentinel mountains, explored its various 
canons, drank from its few springs and 
water pockets, followed its wild animals and 
watched its bird and insect life. Time and 
again he has been without either food or 
water, but, learning as the coyote, mountain 
lion and Indian learn, he has discovered 
where, even in the desert, one may sustain 
life; so he has battled on. The result is, he 
has accumulated a store of desert sketches 
that he is now putting on canvas for the 
benefit of the world. He will make known 
to thousands, who may never see them in 
reality, by means of his pictures, the won- 
ders, glories and mysteries of the desert. 

And while speaking of the desert, let us 
not forget the great and marvelous abundance 



of health that is stored there for the sick and 
ailing of mankind. If those who were suf- 
fering from lung, bronch'al or stomach trou- 
bles would come early enough and bravely 
live out-of-doors in the desert or on the near- 
by mountains, their speedy return to perfect 
health would be absolutely assured. This is 
the lesson the friends of those who are be- 
coming sick should learn. Before they are 
too far gone to be helped, ship them off to 
the West. Let some friend go along, if pos- 
sible. Then, instead of taking them to 
crowded hotels in c'ties, where they are made 
to feel that they are unwelcome — where 
everyone, from proprietor of the hotel down 
to the shoeblack, eyes them with suspicion 
lest their disease be contagious, and thus adds 
to the burden of illness the mental disquiet 
that such treatment always brings — I say in- 
stead of this, encourage the sick one to get 
out into the open, ride horseback, walk, climb 
(in season), sleep out of doors, work a little 
at whatever occupation presents itself, and 
my life for it, in a short time sickness will 
be driven out, and health, strength and hap- 
piness take its place. As I write a case in 
point — one of many with which I am fa- 
miliar — comes to mind. A young student in 
one of our universities showed signs of 
breaking down. Two sisters and two brothers 
had already "passed on," yet I could see no 
reason why this fine youth, capable of so 
many large things, should do the same. So 
I went up to his home purposely to see him 
and his mother, and I placed the matter fully 
before them. In less than forty-eight hours, 
equipped with Navajo blankets for sleeping 
out, he left for the mountains.' He got a job 
as a herder of the range horses for a band 
of cattlemen. Day after day he rode out, 
easily and gently, watching his horses lest 
they stray too far away. Occasionally, when 
he felt like it, he took a dashing gallop. 
When night came he ate sparingly and care- 
fully of healthful food, masticating it thor- 
oughly, and then turned into his blankets 
under the stars, taught himself to breathe 
through his nostrils and as deep as he could, 
and thus absorbed health while he slept. In 
a few months he came home and for four 
years worked like a demon at his college 
course, a thing that would have been abso- 
lutely impossible without the stored-up 
health he had gained in his out-of-door life. 
The time is not far d : stant when the great- 




A Hunter, on the Kern Rivrr. 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




On the McLeod River, California. 



est sanitarium of the world will be placed on 
the Colorado Desert, for there the great 
laboratory of God is making the purest air; 
there shines the health-giving and disease- 
banishing sun, and at night out-of-door sleep- 
ing is simply delicious. 

The Pacific Ocean with its nearby chan- 
nel islands of Santa Catalina, San Clemente. 
San Nicholas, Santa Rosa, San Miguel and 
Santa Cruz all allure to an out-of-door life 
for the water lover. These islands (save 
Santa Catalina) are but little known. What 
fun and zest of life to go and explore, then 
making a map of their coasts, photographing 
the'r distinctive features and describing their 
flora and fauna. Here is an object for out- 
of-door life that not only expands one's own 
soul, but makes the explorer able to minister 
to the wish of others for knowledge. 

Nor is this by any means the most impor- 
tant feature of this educational value of Cali- 
fornia's out-of-door life. Plato, Socrates and 
Diogenes, in the somewhat similar climate of 
Greece, used to conduct their schools of phil- 
osophy out-of-doors. Not only were the 
groves God's first temples, but out-of-doors 



was the first and the best schoolhouse. No 
college, no university, however well equipped, 
can begin to compare with a suitable out- 
of-door climate for the purposes of educa- 
tion. And when with the climate there are 
found all the other conditions for study, one 
has an ideal location for his growing family. 
Nowhere on earth do these conditions exist 
more ideally than in California. A few years 
ago a learned savant and literateur asked me 
if I would take charge of the education of 
his four ch'ldren — three boys and a girl. I 
said I might under certain conditions. When 
he asked what these were I informed him 
that my first requisition would be for five 
ponies, on which we could roam over the sur- 
rounding country. For books, we would, at 
present, study nature. Our geology we would 
gain at first hand, by studying the strata of 
the mountains and in the ravines, and watch- 
ing the deposits of rivers and ocean. Botany 
could best be learned by personal observa- 
tion of the habits of plants, flowers, shrubs 
and trees; practical geography could be 
studied from his own front door and riding 
over his pastures and the hills beyond; 



TO PEOTEA. 



109 



\ and entomology would have real in- 

II' every animal studied was trapped 

and taken home for awhile, and every insert 

ade the object of personal observation. 

"Hali!" said my friend, "how would you 
teach my children grammar and language and 
matter- of that kind without bookst" 

"Nothing in the world more easy." was my 
reply. I showed him how that each child 
could be allowed to choose a subject for his 
own personal study and observation for the 
week, and then, at certain times, he should 
be called upon to tell all he had seen. In 
that way the powers of observation and re- 
ihition would be developed, and in speaking 
of a subject in which his own deepest inter- 
est had been enlisted the child would express 
himself in the most simple, direct and effec- 
tive manner. There is no grammar or 
rhetoric book on earth can teach the use of 
language as can this method. 

And ( 'alifornians are hnghmhlg to realize 
the advantage of this out-of-door method of 
education. There is one large private school 
established on this basis. Three-fourths of 
the school life of the boys is spent out of 
doors. Many teachers in the other schools 
an' slowly coming to the same wise methods. 
Children are being taken to the beaches to 



study geography, \\a\c currents, and the tide. 
The Sierra Club each year takes a large 
tnemhership under the irudance of such 
teachers as John Muir. Joseph l.e Conta, 
William Keith. Charles Keeler. Hart Merni- 
nan and others, and geology, botany, fores- 
try. Ornithology, etc., are studied in the open. 
Thus California is opening her eyes to 
her manifest destiny. She is the country of 
the out-of-doors. She is to teach the world 
this lesson of the fuller, broader, healthier. 
happier life. Get into the open. The sun 
and air not only make more healthy the body, 
hut they expand the soul. The out-of-door 
life is the life for the highest and best of 
man's spiritual nature. Moses went into the 
wilderness and up the mountains for his 
preparation, Elijah went out into the soli- 
tudes, and Christ himself found in the great 
open the power to go on with his work for 
Nation of men. Nature, after all, is 
our greatest, best and most effective teacher. 
Where nature wears such a pleasing, attrac- 
tive and varied presence as it does in Cali- 
fornia, men and women are wise who yield 
to her allurements, give themselves up to her 
guidance and receive at her bountiful hands 
all the material, mental and spiritual bene- 
fits she so generously offers. 



To Protea 

By Porter Garnett 



I -at beside thee wondering like a child, 

I'nlearned in love, in woman's ways untaught, 
When, from the ceaseless flood of life, I caught 

One moment of contentment undefiled. 

Then in thine eyes, so innocent and mild, 

Mine met the magic that they long had sought; 
All other passions seemed lo be as naught ; 

I only wished to be by thee beguiled. 

Yet never might I search thy secret soul, 
Nor woo thee as I would, but ever curb 
Ripe pass on's promptings, ardent of thy charms. 

(Thou knowest my desires and my dole.) 
I crave thee as I praise thy gTace superb. 
Thy lips, thy perfume, and thy passive arms. 



Stage Affairs in New York 

A Parthian Glance 



By William Winter 




HE New York theatrical sea- 
son of 1906-1907 termin- 
ated, practically, with the 
close of the engagement of 
Mr. Robert Mantell at the 
New Amsterdam Theater, an 
engagement that began on April 29 and 
ended on May 11. Mr. Mantell gave sixteen 
performances, acting, in irregular succes- 
sion, Brutus, Shylock, Richard III, Macbeth, 
Richelieu, Lear, and Iago. It is to be re- 
gretted that an actor so potential and auspi- 
cious should continue to use, even in an 
amended form, the wretched travesty of 
Shakespeare's "Richard III" that was manu- 
factured by Colley Cibber. That fabric is, 
theatrically, effective, and, because of its 
obvious "points" and clap-trap speeches, it 
is popular with the gallery multitude. Ed- 
win Booth and Henry Irving, both of whom 
revived the original, in a condensed form, 
declared the Cibber vers'on to be the public 
favorite. Gibber's version, nevertheless, is 
a wicked thing — for the Gloster that Cibber 
presents is a vulgar miscreant, false to na- 
ture, void of poetry, and fit only for the use 
of a soap-chewing, barn-storming ranter, 
and it is a libel on the memory of a great 
king. The Gloster of Shakespeare, on the 
contrary, although, in many particulars, 
false to authentic history, is a brilliant image 
of royalty, a complex, subtle character, a 
veritable reflex of a possible man, bitter with 
sardonic self-mockery and piteous with the 
anguish of remorse. The play, of course, 
because of its great length and its diffuse 
speeches, requires condensation for the mod- 
ern stage. 

The most illustrious presentment of 
Gloster that has been seen of late years is 
that of Richard Mansfield — a performance 
which, at certain points (notably at the de- 
livery of the soliloquy, in the tent scene, 
"Jesu have mercy!") is as powerful as any 
that has graced the stage within the last fifty 



years. Mr. Mansfield's arrangement of the 
play, although it has the merit of practica- 
bility, is not good. There is opportunity 
for a really fine revival of Shakespeare's 
"Richard III"; but, probably, no contempo- 
rary actor would be willing to take the nec- 
essary trouble, incur the expense, and forego 
the "laughs" and the chances to "split the 
ears of the groundlings" that> are afforded 
by the Cibber concoction. 

It has been made known that Mr. Mantell 
intends to add to his repertory not only Sir 
Pertinax Maesycophant, in "The Man of the 
World," but also Shakespeare's Richard II. 
That tragedy of "Richard II" has generally 
been found '"caviar to the general"; but, 
adequately presented, it would be magnifi- 
cent as an historic spectacle, while a verita- 
ble impersonation of the costly, wayward, 
eloquent, pathetic king would deeply im- 
press every lover of acting. No one has 
acted that part, on our stage, since the time 
of Edwin Booth, who revived it about thirty 
years ago. In England it was attempted, 
not very long since, by Mr. H. Beerbohm 
Tree. The success of any presentment of 
"Richard II" must largely depend on beauty 
of speech; for the diction of it is magnifi- 
cent. Mr. Mantell closed his season here 
with a performance of Iago, and it is not 
too much to say that this was the most 
truthful and dramatically effective imper- 
sonation of that specious, implacable, ter- 
rible character that has been seen on our 
stage since the days of Edwin Booth. The 
make-up was not fortunate and the actor 
was not scrupulously heedful as to verbal 
accuracy and as to the shading of inflection 
in his reading of the text. There is not a 
line allotted to Iago that can be changed to 
advantage. Mr. Mantell said "probable to 
thinking" instead of "probal to thinking". 
The meaning is the same, but "probal" is 
the better word, and. furthermore, the 
rhythm requires it. "Probal" and "acknown" 



A IWHTllIAN GLANCE. 



Ill 



but they :ui' used by 

iiicl I hey are suitable to him. In all 

M Mr. Mantcll is mora <t less 

careless as to i the text ami modn- 

of tones, ami for tlint reason lie loses 

(vantage of tine effects that lie might 

readily make. When Edwin Booth acted 

Iaifn. giving a performance of the part that 

ever equaled, be achieved results tliai 

were wonderful in the sanctified, infernally 

fill expression of p tcoiitt solicitude. 

•inning candor, genial i iradeship. noble 

■agnaminity, bluff manliness, and alluring 
virtue by such a tpeeiona sympathy of 
manner and such adroit, subtle, and eonvine- 
|Bf inflections of the roiea aa constituted the 

consummate perfection of hypocrisy and 
night have deceived the Devil himself. The 

part of [ago is one of the most stupendous 
achievements of both literary and dramatic 

h\ Mantell baa act pliahed so much 

with it that he may readily aceonipl sh more. 
tcellence is his preservation 

of the eharaeter of honesty. He enters abso- 
into the spirit of virtuous, indentions, 
ruefully explicit fair dealing that this arch 
hypiH-r te assumes, and his delivery of the 
explanatory speech in extenuation of ( 'as 
sio's fault, and likewise his slow, gradual. 
■droit, insinuating, deprecatory approach to 
the climax of hideous calumny with which 
Iago accomplishes the temptation of Othello 
alousy ami murder are admirably 
itic. 
In the closing weeks of the seas ,11 there 
arious spasmodic manifestations of 
miscellaneous theatrical activity. Mine. Alia 
Na/uuova. a Russian actress who has ac- 
quired an imperfect command of the Eng- 
lish language, presented herself in an ex- 
emplary image of in schievoiis. indelicate, 
eatdike coquetry, and. by apt simulation of 
-!i allurement, piquant petulance, the 
blandishments of sex. and the rapid altera- 
of capricious mood, now coy. now 
■ nt. now amatory, now passionate, and 
■OV gajdy reckless, evinced her capability of 
ng a peculiarly harmful and despiea- 
[ble type of woman. The play is called 
''Countess Coquette", The coquette has a 
husband and a lover, and aha amuses herself 
by playing one against the other, terminat- 
ling her wayward frolic by placing her lover 
[in a ridiculous position. Mine. Xazimova 
pas talent and experience, but she is not. in 



any way, an exceptional actress; while her 
play the fabric of an Italian writer, Ro 

barto Braeeo is frirolona and unclean. It 
is scarcely needful to add that she is one of 
the followers <>f the [been cult. Miss Grace 

. an expert actress in jaunty, impetu- 
ous, tart character, of the Susan Nipper 
order, revived the old farcical play of "Di- 
vorcuiis." by Sardou. and gave I Sprightly 
performance of fyprienne. That play, at 
least in its English form, veils, without con- 
cealing, an un pertinent of common sense to 
discontented wives, and. though lacking re- 
tinenient. is pervaded with pleasantry. Miss 
G eo rg e ' s revival of it which, no doubt, will 

:i in other cities next season has en- 
abled the brilliant Ugh] comedian Mr. Frank 
Worthing to afford new evidences of his 
extraordinary talent for seemingly spontane- 
ous exposit on of playful, demure, ulitter- 
im_ r . nonchalant, fascinating character — in 

the vein of elegance, quizzical ease, and 
rippling mirth that was exemplified, in an 
earlier day. by such actors as Charles Math 

ews and Lester Wallaek. A new play, 
freighted with the good purpose of protest- 

gainsl legal discrimination in favor of 
wealth as opposed to poverty, was brought 
out at the Empire Theater, under the name 
of "The Silver Box," and Miss Ethel Barry - 
inore and Mr. Bruce McRa« acted the chief 
parts in it. One s< depicted the proceed- 
ings that are usual in a London police court — 
th«' intimation being that, to use the apt and 
beautiful words of Shakespeare. "In the ear 
rupted currents of this world, offense's jrilded 
baud may shove by justice": but. though 
creditable, neither the play nor the present- 
ment of it was particularly effective; and. 
after nineteen performances. "The Silver 
Box" w-as withdrawn. Miss Ethel Barryinore. 
more inter e sti ng as a piquant young woman 
than important as an actress, closed her sea- 
son in N'ew York on May 18, as also did 
\l - Eleanor Bobaon, another of the for- 
tuitous "stars" of the day — meaning, there- 
by, performers, of moderate talent, who. by 
chance, and in the dearth of actors of the 
first order, are thrust into conspicuity ami 
invested with a dstinction that they have 
not earned. There are many performers of 
that kind extant in this period, and they 
can be seen on other stages as well as that 
of the theater. 

One other theatrical example of evam - 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



publicity is afforded by the momentary pres- 
ence of Miss Margaret Wycherly, a per- 
former who, not very long ago, suddenly 
came out of nowhere, as an exponent of the 
sickly sentimentality of Mr. W. B. Yeats, 
author of "The Land of Heart's Desire," 
etc. That Celtic bard, it may be remem- 
bered, sought notice and obtained contempt 
by designating Henry Irving as the chief 
enemy of the stage. Miss Wycherly has re- 
cently presented herself in an odoriferous 
fabric of maudlin nonsense relative to a girl 
who, when her seducer has fallen ill, and 
both of them are impecunious, becomes a 
street drab in order to obtain money for his 
support, and who is repudiated by the un- 
grateful blackguard, as soon as he recovers, 
and takes a fancy for another woman. The 
propensity that some female performers 
have to present themselves on the stage in 
a condition of supposititious sexual infamy 
commingled with physical suffering and 
mental delirium is inexplicable. That such 
a propensity to theatrical hysterics has long 
existed the records of the theater only too 
thoroughly prove. 

Mention should be made of the marriage 
of the eminent English actress, Miss Ellen 
Terry, whose tour of American cities ended 
on May 3, at New Haven, and who sailed on 
May 4 for her home in England. Miss Terry 
was married, on March 22, at Pittsburg, to 
Mr. James Carew (whose family name is 
Ussellmann), the leading actor in her dra- 
matic company. Mr. Richard Mansfield, who 
has passed through the ordeal of a danger- 
ous illness, was sufficiently recovered to ad- 
mit of his sailing for England, on May 12, 
and he is now recuperating at a sequestered 
country house in Surrey. It is not likely 
that he will act again for a year. 

Announcement has been made of an alli- 
ance between the two prominent theatrical 



syndicates of this period, formed, it is inn- 
claimed, for the management of vaudeville 
theaters only, all over the United States. 
One of those "trusts" is under indictment 
for criminal conspiracy in restraint of trade, 
but the case has not yet been brought to 
trial. It does not seem likely that partners 
who are interested in the theater as well as 
in the music hall will long refrain from 
"pooling" all their interests and endeavoring 
to accompl'sh a monopoly of the entire 
"business". That result, indeed, may be ex- 
pected. A few independent managers pro- 
claim themselves — Mr. David Belasco, Mr. 
Harrison Grey Fiske and Mr. Walter N. 
Lawrence — but, more and more, it is becom- 
ing evident that the American stage is 
doomed to become one prodigious depart- 
ment store. In the retrospect of the season 
now ended it is clearly seen that, with little 
exception, the animating motive has been 
commercial, not artistic. The methods of the 
syndicate are, however, the methods of the 
whole business world — covetous to clutch 
everything, and to crush all competition. In 
this city its iniquitous power has sufficed to 
exclude from its theaters persons who ven- 
ture to question the justice of its adminis- 
tration. Mr. James C. Metcalfe, a worthy 
citizen, an honorable man, a just and in- 
telligent writer, a person intellectually and 
soc : ally superior to every one of its mem- 
bers, is, for example, barred from all the 
theaters that it controls — the allegation 
against him having been made that he has 
attacked those tradesmen as Jews. There 
was a notion prevalent at one time that 
the country of George Washington and 
Thomas Jefferson was the country of 
Amer'cans. It is a singular state of things 
that now prevails, and many denotements 
indicate that it will grow worse be- 
fore it grows better. 




H'l/atta Day on Lake Washington. 



Motor Boating on Puget Sound 



Bv Daniel L. Pratt 




(PJ^^^^yHlli: Summertime < ;ill of the 
fyK^M/T^ -**"• w ''h ' ,s coo 'i D ' ue viatas 
I ' g| %C I " f distant sparkling waters, 

■^VvM I id promise of relief from the 
of cruise*, adventures, 
enchanted isles, and many 
- wiucii the heart of man yearns for, 
is nan: ; when it is ever in .your ears 

ami spread out in beckoning, entieinir pano- 
rama before your eyea, arf it is in the 
Piifret Sound count happy and 

fortunate is he who. be :- call, can 

answer it; who cranks his engine at the 
uttermost shore and speeds hia swift motor- 
boat out and away into tin- embrace of the 
inviting waters. V.i tnent, sky- 

scrapers, heat and care far in his wake. 

What need to seek a watering place away 
from the city, when a measure of gasoline 
and a fe« ns of tlie propeller shaft 

leaves behi- utter oblivion the humid 

life of the town and tike thins* you wish to 
forget, and ope' • re yoi: this beautiful 



gem of the inland seas, studded with a hun- 
dred emerald islands, hemmed in with its 
double barrier of lordly, imperial mountain 
peaks, reaching out its scores of channels and 
inlets into the heart of a dozen counties and 
offerin;.' an almost infinite opportunity for 
new voyages and explorationst Here in- 
deed is a Summer of continuous delight, with 
always the city to return to at sundown and 
always a new cruise at sunup. And many 
are the city dwellers on the Sound who take 
advantage of these opportun ties and ask no 
better Summer recreation. 

All of the large towns on Pupet Sound 
have grown very rapidly, are virtually new 
communities, and their people have been so 
engaged in building cities and fortunes thn: 
they have until recently used but little time 
for pleasure. They are just beginning to 
ava'l themselves of the fact that right at 
their doors is the finest playground in the 
world; one that would make older communi- 
ties envious, and will ultimately pro 






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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




Running 



Miles an Hour, 



Remarkable Snap-Shot 
at Full Speed. 



of the ''Meteor'' as She Passed 



wonderful Summer attraction to the people 
of these less fortunate places. Consequently, 
it has only been in the last few years that 
motor boating on Puget Sound has gained 
many followers as a Summer pastime. Of 
late the pursuit of pleasure has supple- 
mented to a large extent the pursuit of the 
almighty dollar — the successful progress of 
the latter effort making the former pos- 
sible — and water sports are beginning to re- 
ceive 'a large degree of long merited atten- 
tion. The fleet of pleasure launches has 
become a pretentious one, and many hand- 
some new boats are being added each year. 
The fleet of speed boats, while not large, is 
nevertheless one worthy of consideration, as 
it contains crafts that challenge the world 
for speed, and travel through the water like 
an express train. And competitive speed is 
becoming such a factor that the fleet of fast 
boats promises in a short time to become one 
of considerable proportions. 

It is quite a pretty sight to see these 
grown-up people of the city at their play. 
Go down on the Seattle waterfront any 
bright Summer morning — and most of the 
Summer mornings are bright. The breeze 
wafts down over the distant mountain heights 
and gathers added freshness and vivacity 



from the cool salt waters of the bay. The 
sun fiiSods over the surface of sparkling 
waters tu.it seem to beckon and entice one 
to embark on their blue expanses. If you 
have n't a boat already, you are filled with 
a sudden desire to rent one and with an ex- 
cusable envy for the fortunate possessors. 
If you are in the latter class, one look at 
the water on such a morning is enough to 
make you forget the iniquities of the System 
and commence further contribution to its 
coffers forthwith by the burning of much 
gasoline. Nor will you be lonely, for scores 
of other fine launches are already chugging 
off across the brine, and scores more are 
casting loose tL« hawsers. In fact, it is 
quite a sight of i Sunday morning to see 
the pleasure-seekei's speed away in their 
handsome motor-boats for "realms un- 
known." The bay is fairly dotted with the 
launches outward bound and the air is so 
pregnant with gasoline explosions that it 
sounds like an Oriental New Year's. Hand- 
some sailing yachts with snowy canvas mingle 
with the swifter motor-boats and the num- 
ber increases until it looks as though half 
the city were off to make a day of it. But 
off Magnolia lighthouse, West Seattle and 
Alki Point, they go their respective ways. 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




The Speed Boat "Comet," the Fastest on Puget Sound, and Present Holddr of the Furth 

Challenge Cup. 



some down-Sound toward the Straits, some 
up-Sound toward Taeoma and Olympia, and 
others across to the channels and narrows 
among the islands. All day long they cruise, 
in waters qu'te as charming as Stevenson's 
Southern Seas, rounding island after island 
only to come upon new vistas of blue seas 
and inlets. All day long that old monarch 
of Puget Sound, Mount Rainier, looks down 
across the waters from its throne among the 
snow-crested Cascades, and Mount Baker 
shines in distant glory a hundred miles to 
the north, while the Olympics form a ma- 
jestic framing for the resplendent sett ng of 
the sun as it sinks into the infinite Pacific 
beyond the peninsula. 

It seems a shame to think of such a ma- 
terial thing as lunch in such a country, 
doesn't it? And yet, the salt air gives one 




The Fast Motor Boat "Siwash," Belonging to 
Colonel Papst, of Taeoma. Speed Twenty 
Miles an Hour. 



the appetite of a bear who 's been hibernat- 
ing, and when the sun swings near the zenith 
one is inclined to descend to earth and prose 
and express his most inward emotions in 
the unpoetic and soulless language, "Let 's 
eat." Most of the fine pleasure cruisers of 
the Sound have "all the modern conven- 
iences," as the real estate man would put it. 
If. the party is so inclined, lunch can be 
served aboard the boat in regular trans- 
oceanic grand saloon style. There are pan- 
tries, kitchen, dining-room and banquet 
board, and a cook and servant aboard to do 
the "honors". But if you have any picnic 
spirit about you, you wont want to eat that 
way. You can do that at home, at the restau- 
rant, at the boarding-house, any old place. 
If you are out for the day and want to make 
the best of it, there is nothing for it but 
that the boat must be landed on the sandy 
beach of one of the hundred delightful little 
coves along the shore of the Sound. In a 
jiffy all are over the gang-plank on terra- 
firma, and coffee is sizzling on a hot fire 
made from the ample driftwood to be found 
all along the shore, and the lunch is served 
in true picnic, out-of-door fashion. And 
the common, quondam tasteless and unin- 
viting "vituls" that ordinarily would go un- 
tasted and a-begging, have suddenly become 
as the viands on a king's table, while the 
coffee, served in a style properly dignified 
as "a large black," is the nectar that Jupiter 
sips. And now, Mr. Man, comes the real 
test, and let us hope that you prove a true 
sport and produce your aged old pipe and a 
sack of Mail Pouch instead of digging down 



MOTOR BOATING ON PUGKT SOUND. 



117 



uto your pocket lor an outlawed 
clear Havana and polluting the pure salt 
air with ineongruo -moke. Cigars 

are incompatible with picnics ami are only 
allowed when you stay in the launch and 
dine in the grand saloon. The proper pro- 
cedure is a briar and tobacco smoked tram 
an incumbent position on a log, while the 
host or his engineer is. snaking the engine 
and making ready to resume the trip. Then 
it's all aboard again and mm- . more 

ami channels and islands, and Anally a 
run home across the Sound and into 
the harbor with the million lights nf tl • 
glimmering down over the waters from the 
seven hills and the full moon overhead stir- 
ring the passengers to sentimental melodies. 

And all this in a day; the only recji. 
being that you live on Puget Sound, own a 
motor-boat or a friend with a motor-boat and 
have unlimited credit for gasoline. 

The doughty motor-boat sportsmen of 
Ptaget Sound do not confine their scope by 
any means to one-day trips, however. They 
have spent thousands of dollars in outfitting 



handsome pleasure cruisers with all the 
anodationa and aqnipmanl in miniature 
of luxurious steam yachts. These boats are 
capable of carrying fair sized parties on ex- 
tended cruises lasting all Summer long if 
necessary, and few are the owners of these 
boat! who do nut once or twice in the Sum- 
mer, at least, cruise the entire Sound from 
Hoods Canal and Otympia to the San Juan 
Islands and Hellingham Bay, spending weeks 
at a time on the water witli little necessity 
for landing during the entire trip. Indeed, 
cruises have been made in these boats up the 
coast by the inner passage to Southeastern 
Alaska, but this is not often attempted, ow- 
ing to the risk that must be encountered in 
crossing certain rough and dangerous waters, 
tranquil and safe a part of the time, hut 
with a little wind, becoming wild passages 
more dangerous to small craft than the mid- 
ocean. The trip is often made across to Vic- 
toria, for while the Straits of .Inan de Fuca 
become very rough on occasions, yet on a 
calm Summer morning when the sky is clear 
there is small danger that a storm will blow 







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The "Mercury," the Twenty-two-Foot Wonder, at One Time Champion Speed Boat of the 
World; Now Owned by Roderick Macleay, of Portland, Oregon. 



up before the' crossing is made. With the 
late afternoon a strong breeze almost in- 
variably blows in from the sea and those 
waters become rough and choppy. 

There is ample room for the burning of 
plenty of gasoline on Puget Sound alone 
without venturing to any of these out- 
side waters. Pleasure boats can cruise 
for a month without beginning to see 
everything, for the Sound proper is 
many scores of miles long, approximately 
a hundred, and has channels and inlets 
running dozens of miles inland and 
around the many islands. Hoods Canal, for 
instance, joining the main body of water be- 
low Port Townsend, runs back for sixty 
miles or more, right almost at the base of 
the Olympic mountain range, and washing 
shores as wild and primeval as when they 
were first created. Another favorite cruise 
is up among the San Juan Islands at the 
eastern end of the Juan de Fuca Straits. 
Here is one of the most beautiful water trips 
in the world, unexcelled by any parts of the 
Mediterranean or the Thousand Islands of 
the St. Lawrence. Each island is a mountain 
all by itself, rising apparently sheer from 
the water's edge, but really sloping back 
gradually, and with lands for miles back 
from the shores rich in agricultural and 
fruit-raising possibilities. There are many 



of these picturesque island-mountains, sep- 
arated by beautiful sheets of sheltered 
water ideal for motor-boat cruising purposes. 
A cruising party can lose themselves from 
the world in these waters for weeks at a 
time, making new explorations every day 
and still leaving much to be seen. And the 
waters surrounding the San Juan Islands 
comprise only a small part of Puget Sound. 
For sumptuous furnishings, complete 
equipment and modern facilities these pleas- 
ure-cruisers of Puget Sound are not to be 
excelled, in the same scale, in the world. 
They have every convenience of the large 
steam yachts of the Atlantic, including for- 
ward and after-decks, men's and ladies' cab- 
ins, sleeping compartments, galleys, engine 
rooms, lavatories, pantries, and many other 
desirable features. Consider the cruiser 
Kipling for instance. This boat is owned by 
F. H. Boynton, of Seattle. She is sixty 
feet long with an eight and one-half-foot 
beam and a twenty-five-horsepower engine. 
The boat makes an average speed when on a 
cruise of twelve miles an hour. The boat is 
handsomely finished with hard woods and 
heavily upholstered throughout. She has a 
forward cabin, ladies' cabin, engine room 
and galley, bath room, toilet and lavatories, 
etc., and carries gasoline storage for an 
eight-hundred-mile cruise. The boat was 



MOTOR BOATING ON I'l ill T BOUND. 



Hit 



built under the special directions of her own- 
er and the fMollln is carried in the extreme 
stern in specially lested heavy tanks, behind 
a tight bulkhead. The gasoline is piped out- 
side and along the keel of the boat under 
water to the engine roots, so that there is 
virtually no danger from fire. The entire 
length of the deck is utilized, there being, in 
addition to the main deck, a forward and 
after-deck on a different elevation. The boat 
is a very handsome one and wins admiration 
everywhere she goes. 

The Ilvilo is another very handsome pleas- 
ure-cruiser and is owned by Charles E. 
Crane, of Seattle. She is fifty-eight feet 
in length with a beam of eleven feet and 
four inches, and is equipped with a forty- 
horsepower engine for power, a two-horse- 
power engine for furnishing electric lights 
and another engine of the same horsepower 
in her tender. The boat has sleeping com- 
partments for twelve people, is lighted with 
electricity, has pantries, toilets, compressed 
air and water tanks, and sufficient gasoline 
storage to take the boat on a trip of eighteen 
hundred miles without replenishing the sup- 
ply. This boat makes an average speed of 
twelve miles an hour. She has traveled with 
a party for a month at a time, and on these 
trips has a regular engineer and a cook to 
make up her crew, leaving the balance of 
those On board free to enjoy themselves dur- 
ing every hour of the outing. 

One of the finest boats which is being built 
this year for cruising purposes is the Sans 
Souci, owned by Ferdinand Smith, of Seattle. 
This boat is fifty feet long and is constructed 
of the handsomest woods obtainable, and 
when complete will be one of the finest 
pleasure launches ever built. She will be 
fitted out with electric lights, sleeping com- 
partments, and the other conveniences usual 
with handsome pleasure boats of her type, 
and will carry a thirty-two-horsepower en- 
gine, which will give her a speed of about 
twelve miles an hour. 

These are only a few of the many pleas- 
ure-cruisers of Pnget Sound, and there are 
others worthy of fuller mention if the space 
allowed, such as the Spray, owned by 
Henry Ilensel ; the Sea Gull, by J. M. Cun- 
ningham; the Clyde, by A. A. Schuschard, 
and others. Of these mentioned, the Spray 
and the Clyde are new boats. The Sea Gull 
has been in the water for several years and 




Arete." Second Fattest Boat on Puget 
Sound. Speed Twenty-eight Miles an Hour. 



is one of the best known cruisers on the 
Sound, her owner having sailed her on long 
cruises to all parts of those waters. She is 
fitted out in handsome style and has all the 
conveniences of the pleasure-cruiser. 

While there is no organization devoted ex- 
clusively to the interests of the motor-boat 
cruiser owners, the Elliot Bay Yacht Club 
■ Tined a motor-boat section of its or- 
ganization and has at the present time six- 
teen launch-owners included in the member- 
ship of sixty-four. These motor-boats will 
participate in the regular cruises and re- 
gattas of the club, and it is likely that this 
branch of the organization will become as 
active and enthusiastic as the section com- 
posed of the owners of sailing and auxiliary 
yachts. 

On Lake Washington, however — which is 
virtually Puget Sound, as it will soon be 
connected with the larger body by a ship 
canal and is already connected by partly 
navigable rivers — is a regular motor-boat 
club. Lake Washington is only twenty min- 
utes' ride from the main business streets of 
Seattle and is entirely as convenient and 
accessible for the owners of motor-boats as 




Cruiser •■lloilo.' 



Belonging to Charles R. Crane, 
of Seattle. 



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Puget Sound. The Motor-Boat Club of Lake 
Washington has over one hundred members, 
all enthusiastic devotees of the sport of 
motor-boating. This club has regular speed 
regattas twice a year, on January 1 and July 
4, and these have become very popular and 
have attracted wide attention all over the 
country, owing to the fine type of speed 
boats that have been developed and to the 
speed records which have been made. The 
purpose of this organization is to encourage 
the building of motor-boats, the develop- 
ment of speed and later on, when the canal 
is open, to form cruising regattas on Puget 
Sound. The Mid-Winter regattas are fea- 
tures which are decided novelties, and an 
article concerning the 1907 regatta, appear- 
ing in one of the large Eastern motor-boat 
publications, was the cause of discussion all 
through the United States, the officers of the 
club receiving many inquiries as to whether 
it was a fact or merely a fairy tale that re- 
gattas were held in the middle of the Winter 
on a fresh-water lake, especially at a point 
as far north as Seattle. It seemed to be 
a cause for wonder that there should be 
enough open water on a fresh-water lake 
at that season of the year to allow of such 
a thing, and the further surprise of the 
authors of these inquiries can be imagined 
when they were informed that there is n't 
enough ice on Lake Washington the whole 
year around to cool a cocktail. Many of the 
members of this club live across the lake 
from the city and travel back and forth from 
business in their boats at all seasons. 

The fastest speed motor-boat on the lake 
and in the entire Puget Sound country at the 
present time is the Comet, owned by the 
Washington Motor-Boat Company. This 
boat was built by Leighton, the builder of 
the celebrated Chip and Chip II, the boats 
which won the world's championship at the 
Thousand Islands on the St. Lawrence River 
in 1905 and 1906. The Comet is a twenty- 
four-mile boat, and is a fine type of the 
fast pleasure and speed boat. She is the. 
winner of the Jacob Furth five-hundred-dol- 
lar perpetual challenge cup, and has yet to 
meet her better on the Pacific Coast. She is 
open to challenges from any speed boat in 
the United States. The Comet is thirty-three 
feet long with a beam of five feet six inches. 

The Areis, owned by the same company as 
the Comet, is at present secondary in speed 



to the later boat, but is being equipped with 
a new six-cylinder five-and-a-half by six en- 
gine that it is believed will make her the 
fastest boat on Puget Sound and on the Pa- 
cific Coast. Her owners expect to develop 
a speed of twenty-eight miles an hour. At 
present her speed is twenty-three. She is 
one of the fastest types of boats built, her 
entire hull weighing only three hundred and 
one pounds on the scales, and yet being as 
stanch and firm as the ordinary boat with 
three-fourths inch planking. She is planked 
with three-eighths inch cedar. The Areis is 
the winner of the L. L. Moore Grand Chal- 
lenge Cup, 1906, for boats faster than fif- 
teen miles an hour, and also winner of the 
First Prize Cup of the Motor-Boat Club of 
Seattle for the ten-mile race. 

One of the finest types of speed boats on 
the lake is the Meteor, owned by Clarence H. 
Jones, of Seattle. This boat develops a 
speed of eighteen miles an hour and is voted 
by most boat-owners on Lake Washington 
to be as handsome and swift a fast pleasure- 
boat to be found in those waters. The 
Meteor is forty feet long with five-foot beam, 
and is equipped with a four-cylinder engine 
of the make-and-break ignition system. She 
has two cockpits, with the engine room for- 
ward, separated by a bridged deck. The 
passenger cockpit aft is capable of carrying 
twenty-five people. The Meteor is the win- 
ner of the sixteen-mile race at the 1906 
Labor Day regatta. 

Another boat which has been famous on 
Lake Washington for some time is the Mer- 
cury, which has recently been sold to Roder- 
ick Maeleay, of Portland, Oregon, and is 
now on the Willamette. This boat is only 
twenty-two feet long and is equipped with a 
ten-horsepower engine that sends her 
through the water with the speed of an ex- 
press train. This boat was also built by 
Leighton and was the craft that tieat the 
Chip after her sensational winning of the 
world's championship at the Thousand 
Islands in 1905. The Mercury was the fast- 
est boat in the world at that time. She made 
a sensation when she was first brought to 
Lake Washington because of her small size 
and her great speed, and many people, not 
knowing her past record, predicted that she 
would prove impractical as a speed boat, but 
they revised their opinions after seeing her 
take one or two turns around the lake. 



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Handsome Pleoture 



Probably tba most famous boat on the 

take and one which held all newcomers at 

•veral years, and is even now the 

strictly pleasure boat on Puget 

Sound, is V. H. Faben's Dolphin. This boat 

is forty-live feet long and has an eight ancl 

a half-foot beam. She is equipped with n 

i'ti -hy-nine engine, which is 

capable of developing unusual speed in the 

boat. 

A type of boat intended entirely for 
roughing it on the salt water is one that is 
springing into demand at the present time on 
ri'i An exemplary boat of 
this type is being constructed at the present 
time by Dr. S. B. Milne, of Seattle, who is 
a typical motor boat skipper and has seen 
as much of real cruising and the full enjoy- 
ment of the sport as any man on Puget 
1. Once or twice a year Dr. Milne takes 
a party of friends and goes on a long hunt- 
ing and cruising trip far up into the Cana- 
dian coast waters between Vancouver Island 
and the mainland. 

While this trip is fraught with danger for 
even the large-sized ■ pleasure-cruisers, Dr. 
Milne has taken the trip several times in his 
former little launch, the Zebra, thirty feet 
ind equipped with a ten-horsepower en- 
trine, an open boat without any cabin and 
only an improvised shelter. The party has 
been lucky enouch to escape without any 
:ind with onlv one storm, which 



caught the heavily-laden boa) ai it was going 
northward about ten miles from shore in the 
(iulf of Georgia, and tossed it about in 
waves monntain-high for several hours. Luck- 
ily the little engine plodded along steadily 
and those aboard were able to keep the 
launch running with the waves until the 
storm suhsided, and the boat was able to 
continue its trip peaceably on up the Cana- 
dian coast, where the party was going after 
deer and big game. Dr. Milne has sold his 
launch Zebra, however, and is now engaged 
in building a launch thirty-five feet long, 
equipped with a heavy engine. This boat is 
built along lines very similar to that of a 
salmon fisherman's boat, heavy and stanch 
and safe, although not quite as bulky end 
clumsy as the craft used by the fishermen. 
and having very pretty lines. 

As the Puget Sound country becomes more 
settled, as her citizens become more wealthy 
and more numerous, and have more leisure, 
the pastime of motor-boating on that great 
and beautiful body of water promises to be- 
come much more extensive and more famou?. 
and ten years from now we should hear qni'e 
as much about the great regattas, the speed 
records smashed and the world's champion- 
ship races won on Pnge4 Sound as we ■ 
the present time of the Thousand [aland* 
of the St. I.awrenee and other famous ren- 
dezvous for the swift motor-boats of tin- 
world 



A Defense of Style 



By Porter Garnett 




EE ! that 's . a bully story !" 
By some such expression as 
this a small boy might be 
expected to signify his ap- 
proval of a tale of Indians 
which he had just read in a 
third-class magazine. It goes without say- 
ing that no one would take such an indorse- 
ment as an expression of literary judgment. 
And yet it is by a process similar to that 
of the small boy that most people judge liter- 
ature, or, at least, fiction. 

I have been charged repeatedly, by letter 
and by word of mouth, with laying too 
much stress in these essays upon style, too 
little upon material ; I am moved, therefore, 
to say something in defense of my attitude. 
That, in the eyes of the public, the subject 
is more important than the form — the mat- 
ter than the manner — is a fact almost too 
obvious to be mentioned. In other words, 
disproportionate valuations have been 
placed upon the two major factors of liter- 
ary expression. These factors are Material — 
the subject and psychological content there- 
of — and Treatment— the form, or arrange- 
ment, and style. A sense of proportion is 
one of the rarest endowments of the human 
mind, productive or receptive, and thus we 
have become so accustomed to the dispropor- 
tionate valuations of Material . and Treat- 
ment that any attempt to readjust these val- 
uations by insisting upon the importance of 
the latter neglected factor is regarded as 
false criticism. Not alone is this lack of a 
sense of proportion found among the public, 
but it is also found among writers, whose 
purpose it is to cater to the public, and 
among book-reviewers, whose function it is 
to judge of literature by the public's stand- 
ards. 

In any discussion on the subject of criti- 
cism it is necessary to recognize at once the 
two forms of criticism, the academic and the 
impressionistic. These may be defined a? 
the criticism from law and the criticism from 



feeling. Both are, or should be, analytic 
processes. An extreme type of academic 
criticism is to be found in the student's 
thesis for a literary degree and in most 
pedagogues' lectures on literature, which are 
commonly narrow and generally futile. An 
example of this sort of criticism is reviewed 
in a recent number of the Nation. The work 
under consideration is Tennyson's Sprache 
und Stil, by Dr. Phil. Roman Dyboski, Band 
25 of Wiener Beitrage zur englischen Philol- 
ogie. "Dr. Dyboski," says the review, 
"plunges into Syntaktisches and considers 
the two ways of joining clauses — by sub- 
ordination and coordination. He discovers 
that Tennyson uses 'and,' 'or,' 'nor,' and 
'but' where other connectives might in Dr. 
Dyboski's opinion be more precise." An ex- 
ample of the doctor's illuminating analysis 
is as follows: 

Balin the stillness of a minute broke, say- 
ing (d. h.: Balin was still for a minute, then 
said). 

And of such is the academic criticism, 
pure and complex. 

An extreme type of the impressionistic 
criticism may be found on the literary page 
of some daily papers, particularly in reviews 
written by women — the critical sense being 
one of the four mental attributes which a 
divine Providence lias denied the human fe- 
male. (I shall not mention the other three 
for fear of incurring more enmity than 1 
am already exposed to in my hazardous pro- 
fession.) An example of this sort of criti- 
cism should run about as follows: 

The "Flatulence of Adam Saunders" by 
Gazelle and Fortescue Snipp is one of tho 
notable books of the year. * * * The 
reader is carried breathlessly from one thrill- 
ing incident to another. * * * The story 
abounds in dramatic scenes of great power, 
interspersed with vivid descriptions, whole- 
some sentiment and delightful humor. » » • 
There is not a dull page in the book, etc., etc. 

Clearly the thing for the critic to do is to 



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123 



steer a mean course (no pun is intended^ 
between the academic Sylla and the unpr. - 
sionistic Charybdis. That is to say, the 
ideal attitude of criticism is one which em- 
bodies both styles. Impressionistic criticism 
without an academic basis is as valueless 
as the opinion of the small boy who ex- 
claims, "Gee ! that 's a bully story !" while 
the academic method without the saving 
frrace of human sympathy .is no whit 
better. Spenser's use of the present 
participle in The Faerie, Queen is pre- 
ss unimportant as the statement 
that there is the scent of bilge water 
in Oban Hill Stubblefield's matchless tales 
of the sea. 

The bulk of the criticism which reaches 
the public through the medium of the press 
is impressionistic when it is not perfunctory; 
it exaggerates the importance of Material 
and either slights or ignores the question of 
Treatment. It becomes necessary therefore 
to remind the public occasionally that liter- 
ature is an art; that there is really some- 
thing more to it than the subject matter. 
But critical essays and articles competently 
written and dealing with literature as an 
art are usually to be found in the more 
sedate reviews and therefore do not reach 
the public, which continues to say: "Gee! 
that 's a bully story !" when it is thrilled or 
amused, and dismisses works of real literary- 
quality, but deficient in human interest, with 
the final if inelegant epithet "rotten". For 
example, there has been produced recently 
in the West a book that is not only strictly 
literary in character, but of a high order 
of literary excellence — this is The Flock by 
Mary Austin. And yet I have heard people 
of intelligence say that they could not read 
it, that it bored them; that, in short, it was 
"rotten". This simply means that people of 
intelligence, to say nothing of the polloi, do 
not care for literature unless combined with 
human interest — the transcript of action and 
the record of emotion. They get no esthetic 
stimulation nor delight from reading Mrs. 
Austin's beautiful prose; to them The flock 
is nothing more than a dull treatise on an 
uninteresting subject. 

Now the quality that gives The Flock its 
importance is not the factor of Material, but 
the factor of Treatment. It is an achieve- 
ment in style, and as such it must be 
judged. And here we have the crux of criti- 



cism. Style cannot be judged by either the 
academic or the impressionistic method. 
Style can be judged only by the critic's own 
conception of the elements of style which. 
as I have said elsewhere, is a leaven made 
up of varying proportions of beauty, bal- 
ance, dignity, delicacy, reserve, rhythm, and, 
above all, and through all. taste. Here en- 
ters the personal equation. In criticism by 
the academic method there is no personal 
equation. The laws of grammar and syntax 
are to a great degree fixed laws and the 
academic critic is quite within the realm of 
the obsolute in applying them to literary ex- 
pression. When, however, he treats of style 
his criticism becomes a matter of personal 
opinion for he can speak of style, which is 
not a matter of law, only as he understands 
it. Our critic may react to De Quincy or 
Pater, as the case may be, or he may be 
possessed of the catholicity to appreciate 
both. 

The demand for matter and the indiffer- 
ence to form, the insistance upon heart-in- 
terest and the slighting of literary quality, 
which expresses the attitude of the public 
toward literature, is an attitude that must 
always exist, however much it may be de- 
plored. It is an appetite that must be fed. 
It would hardly do to deprive the public, by 
a national board of censors, of books that 
did not possess literary quality. As well de- 
prive the public of popular music and popu- 
lar art. The error lies in classing books of 
the popular sort as literature and expecting 
them to be judged as such. Errors of a simi- 
lar kind are not commonly made regarding 
the .other arts. A more or less definite dis- 
tinction is recognized between the higher and 
lower forms of music; between the higher 
and lower forms of painting, the graphic 
arts and sculpture. But such a dividing 
line is drawn between the hiirher and lower 
forms of literature by comparatively few 
persons. 

It is this failure to recognize the differ- 
ence between story writing and literature 
that is one of the chief causes for tl 
proportionate valuation of subject and form. 
As far as the public is concerned literature 
consists of everything of a creative charac- 
ter that is produced in print from an essay 
by Henry James or a poem by Swinbourne 
to a story in the Black Cat or one of George 
Ade's clever fables. The worth or unworth 



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of every item in this great mass of verbal 
expression is measured by the interest it ex- 
cites, by its appeal to the emotions, and 
absolutely without regard to its esthetic 
value. 

But to continue the comparison of the 
art of literature with the arts of music and 
painting. I have said that the public recog- 
nizes the difference, in a general way, be- 
tween popular music and music of the higher 
order — between Waltz Me Around Again, 
Willie, and a "real classical piece". Musicians 
not only make this distinction clearly, but 
they go still farther and in the higher order 
of music distinguish between absolute music 
and descriptive, illustrative, or programme 
music. Thus we find musicians who uphold 
the absolute music of Bach, Hayden, Mozart 
and their congeners, and place all modern 
music, including the music of Wagner, in a 
lower scale; even classing it as decadent be- 
cause it falls away from the absolute stand- 
ards of music for music's sake. Again the 
public recognizes the difference, in a general 
way, between illustration and painting while 
the painter often goes farther yet and di- 
vides painting into absolute painting and 
painting that is illustrative in character and 
therefore not the expression of absolute art. 
For example, take the Maternity of Carriere, 
the picture of a mother k ssing one child 
while she embraces another. This painting 
is a marvel of technic and psychological sug- 
gestion; but let us suppose that instead of 
the portrait of Carriere himself which is 
seen in the background there should be the 
figure of a soldier waiting to tear the mother 
from her babes and lead her to the guillo- 
tine; and let us suppose that the picture is 
called The Last Kiss; at once it ceases to be 
a work of absolute art. It may still be a 
miracle of technic, but the psychological ele- 
ment is debased to a direct emotional appeal. 

The artist adhering strictly to the abso- 
lute in painting will not tolerate the story- 
telling picture except as a lower order of 
art. So the musician adhering to the abso- 
lute in music will not tolerate the story- 
telling composition except as a lower order 
of music. 

Now while such distinctions in painting 
and music are perfectly understood by many 
painters and musicians, in literature not only 
does the public fail to make an analagous 
distinction, but writers themselves, with few 



exceptions, fail so to do. That is, they do 
not recognize an absolute literature. They 
do not recognize the fact that fiction is not 
and cannot be absolute literature as the nar- 
rative poem is not absolute poetry, the illus- 
tration or illustrative painting is not absolute 
art, the descriptive composition is not abso- 
lute music and the Rodgers groups are not 
absolute sculpture. 

But the public not only fails to make the 
distinction between fiction and absolute liter- 
ature, it regards everything of a creative 
character which is found in magazines or be- 
tween book covers as literature. The bulk of 
this is fiction, most of which appeals directly 
to the sympathies and passions, and it is the 
most natural thing in the world that from 
such a condition should grow the exagger- 
ated importance that is given to the Material 
and the consequently slight attention that is 
paid to Treatment. There can be no doubt 
that the disproportion is greater today than 
it ever has been in the history of the world, 
that it is greater in America than in any 
other country, and that it is greater in the 
West than in the East. 

It might not be so bad if there were a few 
more' stylists, who, by their influence, might 
establish a new parity in public taste. The 
present parity may be likened to the sixteen 
to one of the double standard advocates — 
the sixteen representing Material and the one 
Treatment. In this connection it is perfectly 
proper to remark that the Material may be 
likened to silver and the Treatment to gold, 
nor would it be inapposite to say that the 
advocates of the sixteen to one ratio are the 
Populists of literature. For my part, 1 
should like to see a gold standard — a style 
standard — established in the Republic of 
Letters. 

But stylists, the aristocrats of literature, 
are few and far between, and when cne 
arises, like Mary Austin for example, the 
bourgeois Populists will have none of her. 

And thus it has come to pass the public, 
a large number of writers, and the great ma- 
jority of book reviewers have established 
false standards of taste so firmly that the 
charge of false criticism is immediately made 
against any attempt to readjust the equilib- 
rium. 

It is true that in considering the current 
literature of the West I have commented at 
some length upon the graces and refinements 



A DEFENSE OF STYLE. 



125 



nf literal. isually eonapieuoiu by 

t heir absence. 'I'liat this should give the im- 
pression of an undue emphasis on one side 
of the que- ,rfectly natural, because 

the emphasis is on the side that is commonly 

.1 for the reasons above mm (nth. Be- 
cause I have enlarged on this neglected 
phase — an unusual tliinjr to do 
seems to have been lost sight of that 1 have 

uitly kept in view the human and 

• i logical aspects of literature. I have 
: again and again the importance of 

ousness which underl'es life and which 
the writer, if he be an artist, should inter- 
pret in a manner simple or complex as his 
ideals dictate, but touched by the magic of 
art. The work of Frank rTarria is typical 
of the simple manner of interpreting 
consciousness, that of George Meredith of 
the complex. In both cases, though 
differing widely, the results are thorou ghl y 
artistic. 

While Material— the subject and the 
logical content thereof — is, as I said 
at the beginning of this art ele, one of the 
of literary expression, can it 
be denied for a moment that it is the way in 
which the Material is presented, in other 
words the Treatment — the form, or arrange- 
ment and style — that goes to make the work 
of art. Give a clever newspaperman the 
plot of one of Maupassant's tales and tell 
him to put it into story form. The result 
would not be a work of art. With two men 
using precisely the same material, what is it 
that makes the work of one vastly superior 
to that of the otherf If the material were 
_reat importance as some would 
have us believe, how could such discrep- 

- be accounted forT There is but one 
way out of the difficulty and that is to adm't 
that it is the facti r of Treatment and not 
the factor of Material that constitutes volue 
in literature. If this were not true the mere 
expression of ideas in written «• 
forming of tonne to the simple rules of 
grammar— would constitute literature. The 

il application of this view wi nhl mean 
that spoken words— conforming to the simple 
rules of jrrammar — if transferred to paper 
would bee .me literature. We all relate ex- 
. day. but it could not be 
claimed that a transcript would 

be literature. The letters that thousands of 
educated end clever people write are not 



literature. 1 have heard men tell stories at 
clubs with great effect, but they could not 
write a paragraph that would have literary 
quality. I have heard a man talk fluently on 
a subject with no thought of literary re- 
quirements, and then dictate to a stenog- 
rapher on the same subject in an entirely 
different manner, casting bja ideas in tit) 
form and producing matter that was literary 
in character. 

I have before me now a rare little volume 
entitled A Genuine N ar rativ e of the Deplor- 
able Deaths of the English Gentlemen, and 
Others, Whii Were Suffocated in the Black 
Hole in . Eort William, at Calcutta, in the 
Kingdom of Bengal; in the Night Succeed- 
ing the 20th Day of /mm, 175$, by J. /.. 
Holwell, Fsq. It is written with clarity in 
excellent Kngl'sh: it is in every way better 
than anything to be found in our newspa 
pers. It has not, however, style nor literary 
quality. But the author differs from many 
writers of less ability, for he says in his 
preface: "For truth, and more especially so 
affecting a truth, stands little in need of 
ornament, and appears to more advantage 
the less it is assisted by the arts of wr tinj:. 
to which the author being a stranger, he 
trusted to his feeling, and endeavored to 
express by his pen the emotions of his 
heart." Mr. Hoi well's book is an ad- 
mirable account of a terrible episode, but 
in writing it he did not produce litera- 
ture and he had the rare good sense to 
know it. 

The man who can describe a thing with 
absolute accuracy makes a good reporter, 
but with that accomplishment alone he can- 
not atta n to the rank of a literary artist. 1 1 
■ man have only the qualifications of a good 
reporter, does it really make any difference 
whether the thingi be writes about really 
occurred or whether they are the invention 
of his fancy? If the faculty of invention is 
a test of the literary instinct, it would follow 
that every liar is a potential author. Aj I 
matter of fact it is only the artistic liar that 
can lay claim to that distinction. The point 
I wish to make is that a great deal of what 
.ng into books and magaz nes and which 
is being accepted as literature, is nothing 
more than the repnrtorial work of unlilerary 
scribblers who report their experiences, re- 
their fancy and report their emotions. 
They are nothing more nor less than a lot 



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of persons with the gift of the gab and a 
typewriter. 

It is in his character as an artist that the 
creator of literature excells the mere reporter 
of fact or fancy. The artist arranges his 
material; that is, he brings to it light and 
shade, color, accent and repression or, in 
other words, form and style; and by such 
means he forges from the raw material the 
work of art. But this is Treatment without 
which Material — raw Material — is worthless. 
Your morning paper is full of raw material 
every day; an artist of the stature of 
Tourgueneff may be born once in fifty years. 
And yet it is this essential element or Treat- 
ment, that is to say, form and style, that I 
have been accused of giving too much im- 
portance. 

But I have at no time neglected and shall 




not neglect now to insist upon the impor- 
tance of another phase of literary expres- 
sion, namely, the interpretation of conscious- 
ness. While such interpretation is a part of 
the author's art — a matter of Treatment — 
the psychological content of his work is a 
part of the Material. Take, for example, 
some simple episode, so much raw material, 
treat it superficially, in other words, report 
it, and it has no literary value. But bring 
out the psychological basis underlying the 
episode and it becomes at once matter for 
literary treatment. Relate the episode, inter- 
pret the psychological basis underlying it, by 
means of artistic processes and a work of 
art results. 

Now let us consider the man that writes 
not as a reporter nor as a stylist, but 
as an interpreter of psychology and con- 



sciousness, for it is by that function 
that the value of his material must 
be tested. 

The accompanying diagram will help to 
explain the observations which follow: 

The sphere A represents an artistic per- 
sonality; the plane 1, the external aspects 
of life in our own time; la, lb and la, the 
substrata of consciousness underlying life 
as it exists today; plane 2 represents the 
surface aspects of life at a period antedating 
the present; 2a, 26 and 2c, substrata of con- 
sciousness underlying life at the same 
period; plane 3 represents a period more 
remote and so on. It will be observed that 
the planes become narrower as they go far- 
ther back, for our purview of life in the 
past is not so great as in the present. In 
this diagram the focus of the artistic per- 
sonality A is on plane 1, which represents 
the surface aspects of life as we observe it. 
It is at this focus that the reporter and the 
superficial story writer depict life. An- 
other, with more insight, will focus upon the 
first substratum of consciousness, still an- 
other on the second and so on. The dotted 
circle d represents an artistic personality 
which focuses on the third substratum of 
consciousness, the external aspects of life 
being out of focus. The author whose focus 
is on the deeper levels of consciousness re- 
ceives, however, connotations from all the 
strata through which the rays of his person- 
ality pass. Henry James is an example of 
a writer whose focus is on the deeper levels 
of consciousness. With him it is not the 
first meaning that we look for, nor the sec- 
ond meaning, but the third and fourth 
meanings. 

In the case of a writer treating of the 
past, his focus may be on the surface 
aspects of life in a remote period, or it 
may be on the underlying strata of con- 
sciousness. Whether he be novelist or his- 
torian, it is his focus which determines 
whether he is a mere reporter, or an inter- 
preter, an artist. 

The shaded portions of the diagram marked 
XX represent the realm of mystery and the 
imagination, which, like the infra-red and 
ultra-violet rays of the spectrum, are in- 
visible to the normal eye. It is in the depths 
of these regions that the poet's artistic per- 
sonality is focused (see dotted circle c in dia- 
gram) gaining his connotations from life 



A DEFENSE OE STYLE. 



127 



as the rays of his intellect pass through its 
various strata. 

There is still another matter that this ap- 
parently fantastic method of demonstration 
will serve to illustrate; that is the question 
of poise. The true artist has control of his 
focus while the pseudo-artist has not The 
latter may pass from the treatment of ex- 
Is to the sub literal aspects of his sub- 
ject, but such fluctuations of focus are large- 
ly a matter of accident and the work that 
results lacks unity and value. On the other 
hand the artistic personality of Zola, for 
example, as expressed in Le Bonheur des 
Dames, is focused on the external aspects of 
life and in this as in many of his other 
works he is no more than the competent 
journalist. But in Le Rive bis artistic per- 
sonality expands until its focus not only 
reaches the depths of consciousness, but wan- 
ders into the domain of poetry. Give the 
plot of Le Rive to the clever reporter or the 
successful story writer of our magazines and 
tell him to develop it into a novel. With his 
«'ii the superficies of life; without the 
artist's feeling for form, for light and shf.de, 
color, accent and repression: without the 
magic of style, that leaven made up of vary- 
ing proportions of bebuty. balance, dignity, 
delicacy, reserve, rhythm, and. above all, 
and through all, taste, can the result be other 
than worthless as art? As worthless, for ex- 



ample, as the reporter's "stuff" or the maga- 
zine writer's story. 

The defense rests its case. 

I have read recently four books by West- 
ern authors. They are: Whispering Smith, 
by Frank Spearman (Charles Scribner's 
Sons) ; Tin l'lmc Woman, by Eleanor Gates 
(MeClnn, 1'hillips & Co.); Montlivet, by 
Alice I'reseoM Smith (Houghton, Mifflin & 
Co.), and Casa Grande, by Charles Duff 
Stuart (Henry Holt & Co.). Of these only 
two have any pretentions whatever to literary 
quality. These are The Plow Woman and 
Montlivet. Miss Gates shows n considerable 
feeling for style if not fo> form. In the 
construction of her ston »ue makes use of 
the most obvious tricks and expedients, but 
her actual writing is much above the average^ 
Mrs. Smith has the feeling for language, a 
good idea of construction and a certain power 
of insight. Any book-reviewer will tell you 
that, as stories, both of these are intensely 
interesting. They will also say the same 
thing of Casa Grande and Whispering Smith 
and in the case of the latter they would 
be perfectly right. It is also very seri- 
very melodramatic and perfectly ab- 
surd. But the small boy who reads it 
will say, "Gee! that's a bully story!" 
or words to that effect and the boii' 
will concur. 




A Summer Playground of America 



By Frank Carleton Teck 




10ME of these balmy Sum- 
mer days, and not so very 
long henceforward, Califor- 
nia will find herself experi- 
encing an exodus of mil- 
lionaire Winter boarders. 
Migrating northward with the wrens and 
the robins, these adorable seekers of glowing 
health, genial climes and diverting recrea- 
tion will flock to Northwest Washington on 
Puget Sound, the already popular Summer 
playground of America. 

There is the lustily growing city of Bell- 
ingham, for instance; the very hottest day 
she has had for the last three Summers reg- 
istered a maximum of only eighty-three de- 
grees. Think of it, and wonder the more 
that anybody with a cool million at his near 
elbow should suffer his marrow to be fried 
out by the stress of sweltering and sultry 
heat that reminds one painfully of the rude 
old Summertime among the hornets and the 
hay! 

Puget Sound, as nearly everyone in the 
West knows, has one of the most genial 
Summer climates in the United States; and 
Northwest Washington — that is, what is pop- 
ularly termed "The Bellingham Bay Coun- 
try" — has decidedly the coolest, clearest and 
most delightful Summer climate of the 
Puget Sound Basin. Not only that, but it 



is wonderfully endowed with scenic marvels 
that thrill and fascinate every beholder and 
baffle the descriptive power of artist and 
scribe alike. 

Although climate is. but one of several at- 
tractions to be considered in the selection 
of a Summer-vacation scene, it is the ele- 
ment that has a lot to do in influencing the 
decision of the tourist. It has built Los 
Angeles and some other good towns. The 
City of Bellingham, according to the United 
States Weather Bureau, has enjoyed the 
following nine years' averages, including 
the calendar year 1906: 

Annual mean temperature 50.2 deg. 

Average highest temperature 84.8 deg. 

Average lowest temperature *12.6 deg. 

Average annual precipitation 31.5 in. 

Average greatest monthly precipi- 
tation 5.5 in. 

Average annual snowfall 9.9 in. 

Average rainy days 112.5 

Average clear days 140.2 

Average part cloudy days 123.7 

Average cloudy days 101.1 

* Above zero. 

There you have a true statement of the 
record of what the United States Weather 
Bureau pronounces the most equable cli- 
mate in the United States, and the records 
of the Secretary of War prove that it is 



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129 




productive of the lowest death rate known 
to the American army. 

The t -ill-waters of Northwest Washington 
are free from destnu-tv -. cyclones. 

Ion, typhoons, thunder and lightning. 
In all that region there are no poisonous 
snakes, insects of plants, and the country 
is remarkably free from such insect pests 
-.mats and ticks. There 
are neither earth<]iiakes nor water-spouts, 

re there heavy, drenching rains at any 

of tlie year, while hail, sleet and 

blizzards are unknown. Indeed, there is not 

in all its phenomena of sky, sea or land a 

solitary element of danger to life or limb. 

Westward across Bellingham Bay from 
the City of Bellingham lie the famous San 
Juan Islands. "The Cyrlades of the V. 
Umbering about half a hundred evergreen 

indndmg San .luan. Orsas and Lopes, 
the three largest. San Juan is unique in 
American history as the scene of the last 
of the British flag on American soil, 
ami where the Rritsh and American forces 
held joint occ upa tion from l. Q - r >9 until 



when Emperor William I decided the boun- 
dary controversy in favor of the American 
i-otitention. Orcas Island, noted for its large 
orchards, is the ideal Summer resort. Its 
predominant feature is picturesque Mount 
Constitution, a great bank of green rising 
practically from the water's edge to a 
height of 2,40fl feet. A fine trail reaches 
to the summit of the mountain, and one is 
rewarded for the climb by the most en- 
chanting view available in all the Pnget 
Sound country. From this emerald sum- 
mit a wondrous panorama of varied scenery 
thrills and fascinates the beholder, the scope 
of view commanding more than a hundred 
miles in every direction; all the shimmering 
windings of I'ugct Sound toward the smith, 
and beyond, the towering dome of Mount 
Rainier (Taeoma); dim outlines of the 
peaks of Oregon, the rugged blue Olympic 
range in the west; the countless islands of 
Puget Sound hovering like Iwryl clouds on 
the glistening waters; the broad expanse of 
the Oulf of Georgia laving the northern 
shore of the island: northeastward. Belling- 



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ham Bay and the City of Bellingham in the 
foreground, and far beyond the lordly Ca- 
nadian Selkirks clearly niark'ng the hori- 
zon, while eastward and within forty miles 
from Bellingham rises majestic Kulshan 
(Mount Baker, as the white man dubs it) 
with an altitude of 10,827 feet, the noblest 
figure in all the Cascade range. It is doubt- 
ful if any other country excels the inspiring 
splendor and magnificence of this panorama. 
There is excellent fishing in these salt 



All the mainland creeks and lakes are 
plentifully supplied with speckled trout, and 
some are stocked with black bass, while the 
forests abound with deer, mountain goats, 
bear, rabbits, wildcats, lynx, cougars, coons, 
beaver, otter, marten, mink, ermine and 
weazel. The Lummi marshes, about seven 
miles northwest from Bellingham, and the 
Samish flats, about eight miles south, are 
the favorite Puget Sound feeding grounds 
of ducks and geese. Automobile stage lines 




Lake Whatcom. 



waters, kelp bass, several kinds of cod, 
perch and the great salt-water speckled 
trout, called the steel-head salmon, are 
plentiful. Camping-out facilities and nat- 
ural attractions and comforts are ample 
There are fine, gravelly beaches in sheltered 
coves, and plenty of clams, crabs, oysters, 
shrimp, g-uiducks and mussels. Both on the 
islands and on the mainland there are deer, 
pheasants, Chinese pheasants and quail, be- 
sides all kinds of waterfowl in season. 



are operated from Bellingham into the sur- 
rounding country, and the Bellingham Bay 
& British Columbia Railroad extends to the 
foothills of the Mount Baker region, where 
the Mazamas, the well-known Oregon club 
of mountain-climbers, spent several mem- 
orable and delightful weeks in July and 
August, 1906, a trail having been built for 
them from Nooksack Falls to the site of 
their permanent camp at the Mount Baker 
snow-line. 




Lumtni Island and thr Ya<hts 




Ixike Padden. 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 




The City of Bellingham. 



Bellingham, which is the industrial and 
commercial metropolis of this beautiful re- 
gion, is a tremendously busy, resourceful 
and progressive city of 35,000 people. The 
average Bellingham man is proud of the 
city's wonderful growth since the consolida- 
tion of the two former cities of Whatcom 
and Fairhaven under the name of Belling- 
ham three years ago, when the combined 
population was 22,632. But few have, until 
recently, attached sufficient importance to 
the unique attractions of climate, scenery 
and all the delights of Summertime outdoors. 

Any Bellingham enthusiast will tell you 
without waiting to catch his breath that 
the value of the city's manufactures in- 
creased from $3,293,988 in 1905 to $7,751,- 
tG4 in 1906, an increase of 135 per cent in 
a year; that the value of marine shipping, 
according to the report for the War De- 
partment, increased from $5,938,173 in 1905 
to $9,990,864, an increase of sixty-eight per 
cent; that National bank deposits increased 
fifty-three per cent in the same time, num- 
ber of telephones twenty-seven per cent, 
street railway passengers carried twenty- 



seven per cent, or that postoffice receipts for 
1906 were $50,136.68, an increase of eigh- 
teen per cent. But they dont waste time 
talking about the great blessing of cool, re- 
freshing Summers, mild Winters, and all 
the beautiful works of Nature that make it 
"The Summer Playground of America." 

Of course, as nearly everyone knows. 
Bellingham has some industrial sights that 
many people come many miles to see in 
operation, and perhaps the most picturesque 
of these is its salmon fish'ng and canning 
industry. There are four salmor. canneries 
in the city, and one of them is the largest 
institution of the kind in the world and em- 
ploys over a thousand persons, having a 
daily packing capacity of 10,000 cases of 
forty-eight one-pound cans each. During 
the fishing season, July to September, this 
cannery often receives 125,000 eight-pound 
salmon a day. The largest cedar shingle 
mill in the world and two of the largest 
cargo lumber mills of the Pacific Coast, lo- 
cated on the Bellingham waterfront, also at- 
tract many interested sight-seers. The big 
codfish-packing plant at Anacortes. on 



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133 




The Skagit River. 



Fidalgo Island, is another industrial attrac- 
tion, sufficiently interesting to warrant one 
making a special trip to that thriving and 
inviting little city. 

However, when yon include industrial 
■ irlits worthy of note in this most resource- 
ful industrial district it's about time to 



pass on to something less difficult of un- 
questionable selection. It is hard to 

discriminate between what to mention and 
what not. 

Anyhow, one never has cause to regret 

the time spent in so rare a clime and so 
rich a region. 




- 



Pasture Land Before Being Irrigated. Seven Miles From Spokane. 

What Irrigation is Doing for Spokane 

By Fred Lockley 




where you will in the West, 
be it lumber camp, round-up 
or range, you will see broad- 
shouldered, well-built young 
fellows, their eyes looking 
out keen, alert and unafraid 
on the world about them. They wear no 
man's collar and, drop them where you will, 
you will find they always light on their feet. 
In their tanned and bronzed faces you may 
read courage, chivalry and optimism, and an 
unfailing humor which makes the best of 
every situation. They are bound by no iron- 
clad regulations and conventions as are the 
men of the more stable and conservative East. 
They have no traditions to follow, hence 
their lives do not run in a groove. They 
have made fortunes and lost them, and with 
splendid courage have snatched victory from 
defeat and made new fortunes. 

It is this spirit of optimism, of courage 
and of resourcefulness that is developing the 
West. The East, seeing the West as it was, 
has no conception of the West as it is. It 
cannot credit the transformation which has 
been wrought in the past few years. Cities 
have sprung up, having a permanence and 
stability that would have taken a generation 
to accomplish elsewhere. Districts which 



were semi-arid wastes are now peopled by a 
prosperous and contented people. 

Spokane is a typical example of Western 
growth and enterprise. Here is a city, one 
of the most beautiful in the whole West, a 
city of nearly one hundred thousand people, 
showing on every hand abundant evidence of 
growth and prosperity, of comfort and re- 
finement, yet so short a time ago as the cen- 
tennial year deer were grazing on the site 
of the present City of Spokane. 

While in Spokane last week I met James 
N. Glover. Tall, erect, tanned, clear-eyed, 
hair tinged with gray, face smooth-shaven, 
he gives one the impression of a man whose 
life has been spent in the open, one who has 
been a leader, not a follower. In answer to 
my question, he said: 

"Yes, I have seen a city of a hundred 
thousand people grow up on my claim here 
by the Falls. I came here in the Fall of '73 
from Salem, Oregon, where I had lived since 
1849. There were two settlers here. Downing 
and Scranton, whose squatter rights I pur- 
chased. I put up a store that Fall and 
traded with the Indians, taking pay for my 
goods in furs. Then I put in a saw mill. 
The Phoenix mill now occupies the site of it. 
The country in those days was so sparsely 



WHAT IRRIGATION IS DOING Kol< SPOKANE, 



13.". 




ng Up Pasture /.and for Purpose* of Irrigation. 



settled that Fort Colville was the county 
seat for all the country from the Columbia 
to the Snake River. In 1877 General W. T. 
Sherman with his troops camped here on his 
way from Fort Walla Walla to Fort Van- 
couver. I asked him to station some troops 
here, as the Indians were very uneasy on 
account of the pursuit and capture of Chief 
Joseph. When his regiment had pone into 
Winter quarters at Palouse City, he detailed 

inic- H and I, Second Regiment, men 
who had been recruited in Alabama, to spend 
the Winter here. N'ext May these companies 

~ent to Fort Coeur d'Alene, afterward 
named Fort Shennan, on the old Mullen trail. 
That Spring a few people settled near here. 
My claim was I. shaped and took in the main 
and lower lulls. In the Fall of 1879 the 
building of the Northern Pacific was re- 
sumed, railroad work was commenced at 
Pasco and people began settling around the 
Falls. In less than thirty years I have seen 
my farm become the leading city in the whole 
Inland Empire." 



Spokane has grown because it is the nat- 
ural dist ri butin g point for a rich tributary 
territory. Not only mining but stockraising. 
manufacturing and farming, have all contrib- 
uted toward the upbuilding of the City by 
the Falls, and now a new factor has been 
introduced which is destined to play an im- 
portant part in the development of Spokane. 
Until within the past few years the country 
surrounding Spokane was devoted to the 
growing of grain or to stockraising. Within 
the past two or three years thousands of 
of this pasture land and wheat land 
have been put under irrigation and the price 
of the land has advanced from fifteen or 
twenty dollars an acre to from $150 to $300 
an acre. A visit to any one of the irrigated 
tracts in the vicinity of Spokane will open 
one's eyes to the wonderful possibilities to be 
found in diversified fanning on a small irri- 
gated tract of five or ten acres. The princi- 
pal irrigation projects in the vicinity of Spo- 
kane are the Otis orchards, located twelve 
miles from Spokane and consisting of 9,000 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



acres of land; Edendale on the Columbia 
River, forty-two .miles north of Spokane; Ar- 
cadia on Loon Lake, forty miles from Spo- 
kane; Green Acres on the line of the Coeur 
d'Alene electric railroad, about twelve miles 
from Spokane; East Green Acres, having 
about 3,000 acres of land under water; Dal- 
ton Gardens, two miles north of the City of 
Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, and two miles south of 
Hayden Lake; Opportunity, eight miles from 
Spokane; Hazelwood, six miles distant from 
Spokane, and Trent, a few miles from the 
outskirts of the city. 

There are many other irrigation projects 
tributary to Spokane, but a description of 
the projects already mentioned will suffice to 
show what irrigation is doing for Spokane. 

Otis orchards is a tract consisting of about 
9,000 acres. Ten years ago this land could 
have been purchased for from ten to twenty 
dollars an acre; now it is worth ten times 
that sum. Three years ago there were not 
over three or four farm houses on the entire 
tract; now there are at least a hundred fam- 
ilies there, many of whom have put up beau- 
tiful and artistic bungalows and have brought 
their five and ten-acre tracts to a high state 
of cultivation. The soil of this prairie is 
black loam mixed with gravel, and with 
plenty of water it is astonishing what crops 
of small fruits, tomatoes, melons and vege- 
tables are produced on this land. I stopped 
to talk with one of the farmers who was 
plowing between rows of young apple trees. 
"Potatoes do so well here I am putting in a 
few acres of them between my trees," he 
said. "I am, or at least I was till lately, an 
amateur in the farming business. I am a 
conductor on the Great Northern, and I 
thought I would do a little farming on the 
side, but I find it is panning out so well that 
now I count myself a farmer doing a little 
railroading on the side. My brother, who 
is an engineer on the same road, owns the 
place next mine. I'll have to stop in an hour 
or so and go into Spokane to start on my 
run." 

The next man I ran across in the field was 
a German named Witmer. He, too, was 
plowing among the blossoming young trees. 

"Dont my trees look mighty good?" he 
asked. "They are White Winter Pearmine, 
Rome Beauty and Wagners. Those trees 
so full of blossoms are the Wagners. They 
are three years old. I have been on this 




Cherry Tree, 



Without Irrigation, on the Hazel- 
wood Tract. 



place, makes the third season already. Last 
year I put potatoes in this field between my 
trees and got ninety-five sacks to the acre, 
and sold them from a dollar ten to a dollar 
and a half a sack. See that little piece of 
ground? It is an even three-quarters of an 
acre. I sacked 117 sacks of potatoes from 
it last season. Over there near my barn I 
planted tomatoes. I put in three rows be- 
tween each row of trees, that made a strip 
of land eighty feet wide by 600 feet long. 
2,000 plants in all. What do you think I got 
to the acre? More than fifteen tons of toma- 
toes to the acre. I sold them all the way 
from seventy-five cents for a twenty-pound 
box down to twenty-five cents a box, and the 
last ones I sold for eight dollars a ton. If 
I can average ten dollars a ton that makes 
$150 an acre. Yes, I did mighty well last 
year; seems like I had pretty good luck with 
everything. I put in eight rows of Crinkly 
Sweet watermelons; the rows were 280 feet 
long; that makes about quarter of :in acre. 
I sold thirty-four dozen of them at a dollar a 
dozen and when I had sold the thirty-four 
dozen you wouldn't think I had taken any: 
seemed like there was as many as ever left. 



WHAT IRRIGATION is DOING POR Sl'uKANE. 



137 




ll'iii • ■' changed Into Small Irrigated Farms. 



I did prett v well wiili my cantaloupes, too, 
but l>est of all I think were my peppers. I 
had five rows of them three feet apart ; that 
makes a strip fifteen feet wide and 150 feet 
1 sold seventy-three twenty-pound 
boxes at sixty-five rents a box. Fiu'in 

that bring! an acre. What you think 

.it; pretty g I. not s<>? My trees are 

y feet apart; that makes 106 to the 

When they arc six ..r eight years old 

they will lioar five boxes to the tree, maybe 

and sell lor From one dollar to a dollar 

and a half a box. If they bring only a dollar 

i a box that means $540 an acre for my apples. 

ii see with ten acres of fruit a man need 

starve." 

■tared by Newman Lake, 

130 feet higher than the tract of 

[ land which it irrigates. A unique feature of 

the employment of Professor 

A. Van Holderbeke, ex-State Horticultural 

' -!cr. for a period of four years to 

■ reside at the tract and give free instruction 

■ and advice relative to the planting and pare 
of the orchards. This gives the novice an 
opportune ..ii the 

i- method of irrigation and cultivation, 
rehards this year has 1.500 acres in oni- 
on and there have been set out 110,000 
fmit tncs. Last season the following oops 
rrown on the tracts by the various farm- 
I'wo hundred and forty acres of pota- 
iixty acres of tomatoes, thirty-five acres 
rn, fourteen acres of melons, six acres 
. twelve ai ueumbers, eight 



acres of cabbage, three acres of celery, be- 
sides a considerable acreage set to carrots, 
squash, pumpkins, beets and other vegetables. 

It is impossible to travel by team or auto 
in the vicinity of Spokane without being im- 
ed with the splendid roads and the 
beautiful scenery. I-evel prairies merge into 
the limbered foothills, beautiful lakes gleam 
like mirrors in the valleys, the Spokane River 
winds like a shimmering: ribbon of silver 
through velvety preen fields. From Spokane 
to Hayden Lake in Idaho the distance is 
about thirty-four miles. Hut when one makes 
the trip in a large and powerful automobile 
you are ready to declare it can not be over 
ten or twelve miles. However, I presume if 
one's automobile went wrong and you had to 
walk back it might seem all of thirty-four 
miles. At times our car seemed to be skim- 
mini: along the hard, smooth road like a 
swallow. "She 's not making over twenty- 
five miles an hour; let her out a little," said 
the owner to the chauffeur. The auto took 
the bit in its teeth and the fenceposts 
mi etch side began galloping wildly back- 
ward. 

The soil at Dalton Gardens and at Hayden 
Lake is a rich sandy black loam without 
gravel. It is beautifully situated and is in 
close proximity to Coeur dAlene City. The 
water is pumped from Hayden Lake to tin- 
highest point on the tract and from there is 
distributed by gravity all over the tract. It 
is brought to the land by means of a wooden 
pipe twenty-two inches in diameter and 



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11,000 feet in length, the flow of water being 
6,000 gallons per minute. We stopped to 
look at a new orchard of 150 acres of apples 
which has just been put in by Dr. Hilscher, 
sugar beets being planted between the trees. 
D. C. Corbin has 1,100 acres of sugar beets 
planted on the Hayden Lake lands for use in 
the Waverly sugar-beet factory. 

Hayden Lake is destined to be one of the 
most beautiful Summer resorts in Washing- 
ton, not only on account of its natural beauty 
and its splendid fishing, but because the eom- 



At Hayden Lake is located the Avondale 
poultry farm, one of the largest institutions 
of the kind in the entire Northwest. It cov- 
ers forty acres, ten acres of which are de- 
voted to sheds and runways. Their fourteen 
incubators have a capacity of 5,000 eggs. 
They have already hatched 8,000 chickens this 
Spring and will hatch that many more. In 
addition to the chickens, they have more than 
a thousand homer pigeons. 

Everything is carried on in a large and 
strictly scientific way. Wheat is bought by 




Immense Crops of Melons and Strawberries Are Grown on the Irrigated Land. 



pany that is in charge of the enterprise is 
working with Nature to make the place more 
beautiful by erecting buildings which will 
harmonize with their environment. Comfort- 
able cabins of rough barked logs with wide 
stone chimneys nestle between the trees along 
the shore of the lake. The "wigwam" carries 
out the same idea of rustic simplicity, while 
the hotel will be on the plan of a Swiss 
chalet, low with broad, projecting roof whose 
broad expanse will be relieved by moss-cov- 
ered rocks suspended from the ridge-pole. 



the. carload. The brooder, which has a 
capacity of 6,000 chicks, is heated by 
hot water pipes. About 5,000 laying hens 
are kept on hand, the rest being dressed 
for market. 

If clerks and professional men in the 
East who are anxious to come West, but are 
timid about giving up a sure thing for an 
uncertainty, could only know the sure re- 
ward that comes to thrift, intelligence and 
industry they would no longer hesitate. Fif- 
teen years ago a man started up a waffle 



WHAT IKKKiATloN IS DOING FOB SPOKANE. 







Where Ike Life-Oiving Waters Turn Vast 8tretches of Grind Land Into 8plendid Orchards. 



stand on one of the side streets of Spokane. 
The waffles were good, the syrup was real 
maple syrup, and the butter was of the very 
best He could not supply the demand, so 
he enlarged his quarters, and from that 
humble beginning he has grown till he has 
the largest, the most complete and one of the 
finest restaurants in the Northwest, so that 
now Davenport's restaurant is one of the 
show places of Spokane. Here is another 
illustration equally striking: Seventeen years 
•go David Brown and his brother. O. M. 
Brown, and their brother-in-law, J. L. Smith, 
to Spokane from the East. One of the 
Br.iwn bmt hers secured work driving a milk 
wagon at thirty dollars a month. They bought 
a small farm on credit near the city and 
started in a modest way in the dairy business, 
dollar they could save went into their 
•"■« to buy more cows. The cows enabled 
them to buy mure land, till they had gathered 
a farm of 3,000 acres and their cows were 
winning blue ribbons wherever they were ex- 
hibited. From driver of a milk wagon at 
thirty dollars a month to owning the Hazel- 
herd and ranch, with its hundreds of 
cattle and its scores of prize-winning cows. 
Mows what can be done by consistently try- 
produce only the best. 
Recently the Hazelwood Company has de- 



cided on an entire change of plans. Hereto- 
fore they have used their 3,000-acre ranch 
for pasturage purposes. Now, however, they 
are going t<> set aside a tract of 480 acres, 
which will be placed under irrigation, and 
on which they will be able to raise sufficient 
alfalfa to keep about 350 cows. All of the 
rest of their land will be irrigated and sold in 
five and ten-acre tracts. A considerable part 
of this land had been used prior to its pur- 
chase by the Hazelwood Company for grow- 
ing wheat, and from twenty-five to forty 
bushels of wheat were raised per acre. When 
the Government relinquished its right to the 
water rights of Silver Lake, the Hazelwood 
Company filed a claim and secured the water 
rights of this lake. Silver Lake is three and 
a half miles long and half a mile wide. The 
water will be piped to the highest point of 
the land to a natural storage reservoir several 
acres in extent, and from which it is to be 
led to the land by a gravity ditch. In place 
of producing pasture, the land will herenfter 
be farmed intensively, and in place of one 
family living upon the land, it will provide 
an ample living for three or four hundred 
families. It is near Spokane, and will provide 
a beautiful home and a sure income for 
those who are tired of being slaves to the 
desk or counter, and who wish to get back to 



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nature. The raising of berries, of small 
fruits, of honey and of fruit will support a 
family in comfort, and at the same time it 
will be a delightful home. 

In the past it has been thought that unless 
water could be had from some nearby lake 
or stream, irrigation was not feasible. The 
tract of land at Opportunity has sufficiently 
refuted this theory. Here an electric pump 
is kept going day and night, and two streams 
of water — one eight inches in diameter and 
the other fourteen inches in diameter — 
steadily flow into the ditches. Most of the 
land at Opportunity has been sold in from 
five to ten-acre tracts, and during the past 
two years more than a hundred families have 
moved there and built homes. From the hill- 
side it looks like a well-kept experiment sta- 



tion or model farm. Encouraged by the suc- 
cess at Opportunity, many other irrigation 
projects are being planned where water will 
be pumped on the land. 

D. M. Drumheller, an old pony express 
rider and pioneer of the early days, is put- 
ting in a gas-making plant on the Columbia 
River, in the Horse Heaven country, just 
across the river from the town of Irrigon, 
Oregon. He has secured control of a consid- 
erable body of land there, and will soon sub- 
divide the tract and sell it with a perpetual 
water right in small tracts. The wonderful 
success of irrigation along the Snake River 
at Clarkston, in the Wenatchee country, and 
in the Yakima Valley, is stimulating a devel- 
opment along irrigation lines throughout the 
whole Northwest. 




One of the Finished Products of the Irrigated Lands. 
Fatten Rapidly and at Low Cost. 



Pigs in Alfalfa 







The Mediterranean of North 
America 



By C. B. VandeU 



I surely as the needle points 
'o the North Pole, so surely 
will the American people 
t.i know within the 
lite-time of the present gen- 
eration that the Pacific 
Northwest holils forth more charms to the 
lover of nature, the tourist, the seeker of 
health and recreation, than almost any other 
part of the North American Continent. 

of the factors which will lead to this 
change in the mental attitude of people of 
Ihhwiii who travel for pleasure, will be the 
iwnitsnt pressing forward of the "See 
■ lea. While I am not a prophet, 
nor the son of a prophet, yet knowing the 
unexampled scenic wonders of Puget Bound 
'and of the Pacitie Northwest, including 
Alaska. I will venture the prediction that 
within the life-time of the present genera- 
tion, this magnificent section of the coun- 
try will be known at home and abroad, as 
a land most wonderfully endowed with 
beauties and climatic attractions, 
while Puget Sound itself will be justly 
known as the Mediterranean of the North 
..American Continent. 




Canoeing 



MS0PM 



Jt may seem the height of temerity to 
venture the assertion that the mountains of 
the Cascade and Olympic ranges in Wash- 
ington are equal to, if they do not surpass 
in eoenic grandeur and eternal charm, the 
most famous mountain peaks of Continental 
Kurope. 

Yw any man who has scaled the heights 
of the Cascades — who has looked from the 
backbone of the range at the head of the 
Stehekin Canon, south to the broad valley 
of the Columbia, north to the Selkirk* in 
British Columbia, across the mighty Fraser 
— who has seen glistening under a Sum- 
mer's sun from this unparalelled point of 
view a score of mighty peaks — will avow 
that God never put upon this earth a 
grander prospect nor more ennobling sight 
than this. 

Appreciating the task of describing the 
attractions in a scenic way of Puget Sound 
and the Northwest for the benefit and in- 
formation of the pleasure-seeker and the 
tourist, one hesitates because of the riches 
at hand which surpass in amplitude and in- 
dividuality the powers of the most luminous 
descriptive writers. For example, within a 
radius of sixty-five miles of Seattle there 
lies a most delightful group of islands in 
the San Juan Archipelago, separated by 
wide stretches of the Sound or joined to- 
gether by narrow, swift-rushing channels 
of deep, green water. These islands include 
Whidby Island, Orcas and San Juan. Many 
historic spots are to be found on them, in 
eluding the famous post on San Juan where 
Great Britain made her last stand on this 
side of 54° 4V. 

Comfortable passenger steamers ply over 
this route carrying the visitor through an 
almost endless but ever-entrancing vista of 
light and shadow — long stretches of opales- 
cent water fringed with dark green shadows 



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where the steep bluffs overhang the Sound; 
of mysterious far-distant islets peering out 
of the twilight and seeming to belong to 
some supernal realm; of heavily timbered 
mountains near the shore, flanked by 
grander, loftier, 6now-clad peaks to the 



the islands of the Lower Sound, when the 
sun — a ball of molten fire — drops into the 
placid Pacific, leaving in his wake a wide 
stretch of blood-red sea. 

But it must not be imagined that the 
wonders of the islands of the Lower Sound. 




Snoqualmie Falls; Two Hours' Ride From Seattle. 



west; and of cozy farms nestling close to 
the water with here and there a thatched 
cottage sheltered underneath wide spread 
apple trees planted fifty years ago. 

No tongue hfl' ever told, no pen has ever 
portrayed, no \-rush has ever painted the 
exquisite beauty of a Summer sunset among 



and of the channel routes that reach the 
upper peninsula country, are all that the 
sight-seer or tourist can find to stimulate 
his imagination, and to charm him into a 
beatific realization or sense of the beauties 
of nature. The Upper Sound country 
around by way of Vashon to the pictur- 



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esque state capital at Olympia, a town a 
half-century old or more, invites the tourist 
and pleasure-seeker, who finds a new and 
delightful charm in every one of the many 
windings of steamer routes to Olympia. 

Further down the Sound are Victoria and 
• Vancouver, B. C, which are reached by- 
regular lines of splendidly furnished steam- 
ers, and which are greatly patronized dur- 
ing the Summer months by visitors from 
all over the country. The steamer route to 
Victoria carries one by way of the historic 
old town of Port Townsend, the headquar- 
ters for this customs district and chief port 
of entry; and thence across the wide Strait 
of Juan de Fuca. The trip carries one not 
far from the base of the mighty Olympic 
Mountains, a purple sawtooth range, bristl- 
ing with spires and minarets, with dozens 
of glaciers glistening like diamonds in the 
rays of the Summer sun. 

Alaska tourist travel every Summer is 
becoming more and more popular with the 
wealthy and cultured of the East, so that 
a brief mention of this delightful trip is 
necessary in any review of outing in the 
Northwest. A number of palatial steamers 
annually are devoted exclusively to this 
travel for a season of about two months in 
the Summer. The schedule is so arranged 
as to cater to the demands of this traffic 
rather than to the ordinary freight and 
mail service. Southeastern Alaska is a 
veritable wonderland of wide, open stretches 
of placid sea and of deep and narrow 
canons where the mountains come sheer 
down to the water's edge. The Taku and 
Muir glaciers are famous as show points in 
Southeastern Alaska, while curio-hunters 
have a veritable field day with the Indian 
villages along the route. 

Directly tributary to Seattle and more in- 
timately connected with the life of this city 
is a large section of country where short 
trips are made. For example, there is the 
whole length and breadth of Lake Washing- 
ton, one of the most beautiful inland bodies 
of fresh water on the American Continent. 



It is more than twenty miles long and ranges 
from one to three miles in width. Its shores 
slope gradually from the water and are 
here and there covered with farms or coun- 
try villas. Beyond and to the east the Cas- 
cade range rises to a height of ten to twelve 
thousand feet, the peaks clad in eternal 
snow, while to the southeast rises the hoary 
head of the giant of the Cascades, Mount 
Rainier. This is the tallest peak in the 
United States proper. Fishing trips and 
boating trips on the lake are profitable to 
the idler and seeker for recreation, while 
a little further into the foothills are to be 
found dozens of ice cold streams, fed by 
glaciers, which teem with three distinct va- 
rieties of speckled trout. An hour's ride on 
the street car from the center of Seattle will 
bring one to where the streams entering the 
lakes are alive with fish, while a little far- 
ther back in the smaller lakes black bass are 
plentiful. 

From Seattle it is little more than a 
day's journey to points in British Colum- 
bia, whence the hunter for big game can 
penetrate the wilderness of Northwestern 
Canada. Here in the mighty Selkirks, 
mountain sheep are found in great num- 
bers, while other game, such as bear, deer 
and elk, reward the hunter with splendid 
trophies of the chase. 

To the east over the Great Northern and 
Northern Pacific are reached the hot medi- 
cinal springs at Madison on the Great 
Northern and at Green River on the North- 
ern Pacific, while across the Cascade range 
and down in the valley of the Columbia be- 
gins the journey to Lake Chelan, the largest 
glacier-fed lake on the continent. Lake 
Chelan is sixty miles in length and its sur- 
roundings, especially in the upper reaches 
of the lake, are of such surpassing beauty 
that there is serious talk of making this part 
of the state a National park. Lake Chelan 
is reached by railway and steamer up 
the Columbia River from Wenatchee in 
little less than twenty-four hours from 
Seattle. 






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JMONG the many attractive ex- 
hibits at the recent exposi- 
tion held in Los Angeles for 
. the purpose of showing the 
various lines of goods manu- 
factured in Southern Cali- 
fornia, the following deserve special mention, 
for the crowds always seen around them fully 
attested to their popularity as well as their 
worth : 

The Carl E. Nash Company had on exhi- 
bition their marvelous round table, the only 
one of its kind in the world which can be ex- 
tended and still remain perfectly round. It 
can be used as an ordinary center table and 
in a few seconds converted into a full-sized 
dining-room .table. The top is solid and the 
base stationary, while the leaves are circular. 
and are placed around the outer edge of the 



top on slides which are drawn from under the 
top. These leaves, after being placed, are 
securely fastened together by a metal clasp, 
which makes them firm and they will sup- 
port any weight. 

The Walker Portable Cottage next at- 
tracted our attention, they presenting the 
only canvas portable cottage having upper 
and lower floors, connected with a folding 
stairway. It can be readily taken apart and 
put together, and fills the bill for people de- 
siring a home for out-door life, for mining 
camps, and for mountain and beach use, and 
for health-seekers desiring a perfectly venti- 
lated home. 

Turning from this exhibit, we noted tli.it 
of the Anita Cream and Toilet Company, 
with their varied assortment of Anita Toilet 
preparations. The most prominent among 



MADE IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA. 



perhaps, is their Anita Cream tor 
sting a new and fairer skin, and their 
on-setta Cream, wlncli prevents sunburn, 
"ckles, etc. These goods are guaran- 
under the pure food and drug act. 
Next we were impressed with the display 
the Gifford Olive Oil Works of San Diego, 
lis company makes a specialty of uianu- 
turing pure olive oil and keeping it in an 
ilutely fresh condition, passing it through 
last refining process the day before it is 
at out. By so doing and by sending it di- 
et to their customers, the consumer receives 
in an absolutely fresh condition. 
The Cieortce J. Birkel Company, who are 
uthern California headquarters for the 
or talking machines, as well as sole 
its for the famous Steinway pianos, had 
very attractive booth containing various 
nds of talking machines and a Steinway 
ino with front taken off, exposing the in- 
dicate and fine mechanism. This firm advo- 
ites handling only good goods and advert is- 
them well. 
The Norton Engine & Power Company ex- 



hibit an interesting novelty in the line of 
mutor-boats. The Hankscraft is a gentle- 
man's pleasure launch, with its mechanism 
so arranged that the outward appearance of 
the boat differs in no way from a large elec- 
tric launch, the high-powered motor and other 
machinery being entirely concealed. It also 
has all the good qualities of the latter craft, 
such as quietness, safety, ease of handling, 
etc., and in speed, equipment and finish re- 
sembles as nearly as possible an automobile. 
Here is compares favorably with the beat 
of the large machines. 

In addition to the completed launch as de- 
scribed above, this company shows a very 
complete line of marine and stationary gas, 
gasoline and distillate engines. It is the 
Western representative of a number of East- 
ern manufacturers whose products are rec- 
ognized as standard in their lines. Among 
tin 'M> is i he Alamo Manufacturing Company. 
of Hillsdale, Michigan, who turn out a dis- 
tillate engine which combines the greatest 
simplicity with the highest efficiency for 
power work of all kinds. 



Lea & Ferrins' Sauce 

AL WORCESTERSHIRE 

I Never Dine Without It. 

My chef, who is always successful 
with his seasonings, tells me that 
Lea & Perrins' Sauce is the secret 
of his success. I find it gives an 
appetizing relish to an otherwise 
insipid dish. I like it in Soups, 
Stews and Hashes. It certainly does 
improve Roast Meats, Chops and 
Steaks. Just a little on Cheese is a delight- 
ful finishing touch. No Rarehit is complete 
without it. It is a good digestive. 

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The Los Angeles Savings Banks 

There is no better index to the prosperity of a country than the deposits in its sav- 
ings banks. The story told by the banks of Los Angeles is a wonderful one. It is this, in 
brief: For each inhabitant of the United States there is an average deposit in American 
banks of thirty-nine dollars. For each inhabitant of Los Angeles there is a deposit in 
the Los Angeles savings banks of $160. 

Some of the details of this prodigious business prosperity are given in the article 
that follows. 




N January 1, 1907, the regu- 
lar savings banks in Los An- 
geles had deposited with 
them for safe keeping the 
enormous sum of almost 
$40,000,000, it being divided 



amongst them as follows: 



National, state, private and savings, thirty- 
nine in all— was $100,020,553.28. Thus we 
see that thirteen savings banks, although 
representing only thirty-three per cent of 
the banks in number, were doing forty per 
cent of the total business so far as concerns 
deposits. 



1 

2 

3 

4 

5 

6 

7 

8 

9 

10 

11 

12 

13 



Deposits. 

Security Savings Bank $15,515,339.36 

German-American Savings Bank 9,373,447.90 

Southern California Savings Bank 7,569,673.14 

American Savings Bank 1,450,126.56 

Equitable Savings Bank 1,348,295.93 

California Savings Bank 1,154,555.63 

Dollar Savings Bank 1,050,331.39 

Home Savings Bank 784,194.20 

International Savings Bank 533,000.00 

Fraternal Savings Bank 207,248.04 

Manhattan Savings Bank 73,000.00 

Pacific Savings Bank 59,668.20 

Globe Savings Bank 50,196.00 



Total $39,169,076.35 



On the basis of a population of 250,000, 
this would be an average of $160 per in- 
habitant. The importance of this average 
will be better appreciated by comparing it 
with the fact that the "average deposit per 
inhabitant of the United States is $39." So 
that according to these statistics we are in 
Los Angeles saving four times as much 
per capita as the residents of other sections. 
Comparative Figures. 

Another feature of the savings in Los 
Angeles is that 40 per cent of all the money 
on deposit is with savings banks. That 
is to say, on January 1, 1907, the total de- 
posits in all the banks in Los Angeles — 



One savings bank alone, the Security, had 
deposits amounting to $15,515,339.36, which 
was a greater amount of deposits than any 
other bank in the city. The two banks com- 
ing nearest to this figure were the First Na- 
tional, which included the merger of two 
other banks, having $15,450,486.06, an'd the 
Farmers' and Merchants' National, having 
$13,110,929.00 on deposit. 

Ranking first in the above list is the Se- 
curity Savings Bank. This bank now has 
over $17,000,000.00 of assets and over 25,- 
000 depositors. It is located in the H. W. 
Hellman building at Fourth and Spring 
Streets, but will follow the southward trend 



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of business, and this Fall will move to the 
new Security building at Fifth and Spring 
Streets. When the merger of the Southern 
California Savings Bank takes place, as 
noted below, the Security Savings Bank will 
have over $24,000,000.00 assets and about 
00,000 depositors. It will then be classed 
with the largest savings banks in America, 
and its capital and surplus will be over a 
million dollars. 

Another very strong savings bank in Los 
Angeles is the German-American Savings 
Bank, which represents a consolidation with 



quirements. This will give the bank very 
desirable quarters in the center of the busi- 
ness section, and fitted up with every facility 
for prompt and efficient transaction of all 
business within the scope of a modern, well 
equipped savings bank. 

The accompanying view of the Union 
Trust Building is a faithful picture of the 
location of the future home of this savings 
bank. 

Like other large up-to-date financial insti- 
tutions, the German- American Savings 
Bank is prepared to do a banking-by-mail 




OECU RITY 

^ ZjtjSVt, BUILDING CALIFORNIA 



LOS ANGELES, 



New Home of Security, an 1 Southern California Savings Banks 



the Union Bank of Savings of Los Angeles. 
While it ranks second in total deposits, it is 
first in amount of capital and surplus. Its 
capital and surplus are $So0,000, its re- 
sources $10,500,000.00, its deposits over $9,- 
000,000.00, and its total depositors over 
20,000. 

During the present year there will be 
many changes in locations of banks in Los 
.Angeles. The German- American Savings 
Bank will move to the Union Trust Build- 
ing, where it will occupy the entire lower 
floor for its banking and safe deposit re- 



business and is able to satisfactorily care 
for the interest of customers at any distance 
tributary to Southern California. It is a 
well-oflicered bank, governed by men closely 
identified with the development of this sec- 
tion. It has a board of directors composed 
of practical men who take an active part 
in the work of the bank and who are thor- 
oughly familiar with banking conditions. 

Third in size in this list of savings banks 
in Los Angeles is the Southern California 
Savings Bank. It has resources of over 
$3,000,000.00 and has a greater number ol 



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Illustrated Recipe Book IV**. 

Meat your friends at the JELL-O ICE CREAM Powder exhibit. Sit 
down snd rest , write letters, read, converse or amuse yourself in any way 
yon please. Come often and stay as long as yon like. Yon will be welcome 

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depositors (35,000) than any bank in South- 
ern California. It is also the oldest savings 
bank in Los Angeles and was established in 
1885. This bank now occupies the entire 
lower floor of the Union Trust Building at 
Fourth and Spring Streets. It has, how- 
ever, outgrown these quarters and will be 
merged and move with the Security Savings 
Bank to the new Security Building at Fifth 
and Spring Streets. When thus consoli- 
dated the bank will be a part of a savings 
institution that will have 60,000 depositors 



and owning over $24,000,000.00 of re- 
sources. 

The lower floor and basement of the Se- 
curity Building, which is to be the home of 
the consolidated bank just mentioned, will 
give the Security Savings Bank ideal quar- 
ters. The main floor is 120 by 135 feet, 
making a banking room space of 16,200 
square feet, and the basement, . which is to 
be the safe deposit department, has a floor 
area of 120 by 70 feet, or 8,400 square 
feet; in all a total of 24,600 square feet. 



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more than the Knox price will not buy a motor car 
of greater all-round ability than is jMissessed by the 
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day's driving on the high gear than any other ear in its class. The lubrication 
is automatic — and |*>sitive; the cooling is perfect — without the plumbing 
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KNOX WATERLESS 




PRICE $2,500 

has few equals and no superiors in its class. Any Knox representative will 
prove it. Let us send you the address of the nearest representative; they are 
the representative dealers in their community. Our illustrated catalogue is 
yours upon request. 



KNOX AUTOMOBILE COMPANY 

Member Association Licensed Automobile Manufacturers 

SPRINGHELD, MASS. 




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The Lighter Side 

"Written by Hugh Herdman unless otherwise designated 



Easy. 

They were in the country store, and the 
city drummer was talking, as city drummers 
sometimes do. 

"As I was saying, I sold him a big order, 
and as it was about supper time, I began 
looking around for something to eat. The 
only hotel in the town was on the blink, and 
there wasn't any restaurant; so it occurred 
to me to pick up a store lunch. I looked 
around, but all that struck my fancy was a 
bunch of bananas, hanging in the widow. I 
gave him a quarter for a half-dozen, pro- 
vided he would let me pull them. You see, 
T used to be in the fruit business and I knew 
a thing or two. I pulled and ate only those 
that had been stung in the dark of the moon 
by a female tarantula. There are never more 
than a dozen of them in a bunch. And I tell 
you they are delicious." 

"Shucks!" exclaimed the proprietor. 
"That 's just another one of your drummer 
joshes. You can 't string me." 

"Who is trying to string you? It 's noth- 



ing to me, but if you dont know that you are 
not yet on to your job." 

"Is it really a fact?" asked one of the 
loafers. 

"Sure! Why it 's the easiest thing in the 
world. It 's worth money to a man to know, 
too." 

"How much will you take to tell us?" 

"Let me see. How many are there of you? 
Six, including the boss. I'll do it for a quar- 
ter apiece." 

They eagerly accepted his offer, put up the 
money and sat expectant. 

1 ' Why, they are the twelve biggest bananas 
in the bunch," he said as he skipped nimbly 
out the door. 

# * # 

Proof. 

Jinks — Jones, I hear, married a very sen- 
sible little wife. 

Binks — I dont believe it. 

Jinks— Why? 

Binks — Well, she married Jones, did n 't 
she? 




1 » 

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Favored by the ideal climate of Southern California we 
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a complete price list of all of our goods. 

PAW3TON 

^^ OSTRICH FARM 

P.O.BOX 67, SOUTH PAS AC EN A, CALIFORNIA 



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THE LIGHTER SIDE. 



Taft. 

I "When I wu in Washington recently," 
id a w»U-known Portland man, ' ' 1 was 
morel with an invitation to a dinner at 
hieb a number of Senators, members of the 
ibinet and other prominent public men 
ere present. Among them was Secretary of 
«'ar Taft, who naturally came in for a great 
deal of attention. As is generally known, 
Taft is a good joker, that is, he can give 
ami take; and during the course of the even- 
ing he came in for a great deal of good- 
natured 'joshing.' 

"In the crowd was one person who is on 
very good terms with him, both personally 
and politically, and who is also an irrepres- 
sible joker. Just as the party was sitting 
down at the table, this man, who was along- 
side Taft, slipped an opera hat on the chair 
so that the corpulent Secretary would sit on 
it. The signal was given, and they all sat 
down. With surprising celerity, however, 
Taft sprang up and held up to view the flat- 
tened hat. 

" Miontlemen,' shouted the perpetrator of 
the joke, 'I call your attention to this inci- 
dent. Taft has been sitting on another lid. 
He has the habit.' 

" 'Gentlemen,' replied the Secretary when 
the roar of laughter subsided, 'I call your 
attention to a still more important part of 
t!ii« incident. See,' he said, snapping the 
flattened hat up to its height, 'the lid is not 
broken; I'm losing weight.' " 
• • • 

How It Might Have Been. 

Jack— Great idea that of sending a lot of 
girl* dressed like squaws to Jamestown from 
Oregon! 

Hank — Sure! A great mind that originated 
that idea. Do you know, if that plan had 
been carried out, I was going to start a sub- 
scription to collect a lot of Nez Perce, Uma- 
tilla. Siletz, Klamath and Rogue River 
squaws, real, dirty, wrinkled, pigeon-toed, 
v squaws, you know, and send them back 
to Jamestown, also. Then I would have hired 
two "spielers," one to go along with the 
white girls and say, "Ladies and gentlemen, 
behold the beautiful Oregon Indian. Gare 
on their complexions. If the climate of 
n does that mueh for an Indian, what 
will it do for a white personf " The other 
"spieler" I would send with the real squaws 
to say in answer to the other fellow, "8e« for 
yourselves what it does. These are the white 
people." 

Jnck— Yes, that would do. 8ay, it is too 
bad that old "Mis' Michelle, the last of the 
< latsnps," is .lead, isn't itt 

Hank--WhyT 

J»ck_ What a jim-dandy of a ehaperone 
»he would have made for those white squaws! 



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AMERICA. 

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To insure such materials 
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This stack is simply typ- 
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you ust. 

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the spool. 

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Rochester. N. Y. 
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The Eye to Specify 

When you waiit that satisfied, comfortable 
feeling that your clothes are properly 
fastened, without gap, pucker or wrinkle, 
insist on having 

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black or white — 2doz. Eyes 6c. 
with Spring Hooks inc. Sold 
only m envelopes. 

PEET BROS., 

Dept. R 

Philadelphia. 

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and whispers plainly heard. Over fifty 
thousand sold, giving instant relief 
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cases of deafness that cannot be benefited. 
Write for booklet and testimonials 
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31 South 16th Street, Philadelphia 



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Cured of Good Intentions. 

' ' Catch me giving my seat in a street car 
to a woman again," growled the short, fat 
bachelor to a group of his fellow clubmen. 

"What's the matter now?" asked the taH, 
thin one. ' ' Some old maid been making 
hints about men occupying seats while women 
stand?" 

"Naw. Nobody ever had a chance to say 
that about me. I was always very particular 
about getting up and offering my seat to 
women." 

"The pretty ones?" 

"Yes, and the plain ones, the old, the 
young, and the middle-aged. But I've quit. 
They may stand ten deep all around me 
after this, and I'll never budge. They may 
make hints about hogs, they may step on my 
corns, they may jostle my newspaper, but 
I '11 be stone deaf and purblind to their com- 
ments. I'm done with the whole bloomin' 
sex." 

"Poor sex." 

"Yes, sir; done with the whole caboodle. 
Done, I tell you, done." 

"It is awfully tough on a fellow, you know, 
a bachelor especially, when a woman asks 
him to hold her baby for her, and in a street 
car above all places," said another unsym- 
pathetic one. 

"Hold her baby!" exclaimed the bachelor 
in scorn. "Hold your grandmother's knit- 
ting needle! It wasn't anything like that. 
I was sitting down reading my paper." 

"A man always is when he doesn't want 
to see a woman standing." 

' ' I was reading my paper and did not no- 
tice that all the seats were occupied and that 
a woman was standing near where I sat. As 
soon as I saw her, I rose and politely offered 
her my seat. She looked at me an instant, 
and then said, 'No, thank you. This is my 
corner also.' The impudent, sarcastic 

huzzy!" 

• .# # 

Casus Belli. 

B inks— Well, how are you and that new 
girl getting along now? 

Jinks — Not getting along. 

Binks — How's that? She hasn't thrown 
you down, has she? 

Jinks — I dont know what you call it, but 
she returned my ring this morning. I rather 
expected it, however. 

Binks— Why? 

Jinks — Oh, she 's a telephone girl. Dont, 
dont hit me! I was only joking. 

* * * 

Not Surprised. 

Captain (to mate) — There 's a storm com- 
ing up. 

Passenger (on the rail) — Wouldn't be sur- 
prised. Lots of things have come up that I 
dont remember having eaten. 



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The Biggest Kind of a Change that 
ever Happened to Any Magazine 
has Happened This Month to 



THE 

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THE SCRAP BOOK for July is issued in two sections — two com- 
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One of these sections is an ALL-ILLUSTRATED magazine; the other is an Ahlr 
FICTION magazine. Each is a mammoth magazine in itself. The one presents an 
overwhelming array of human interest articles and illustrations; the other an enormous 
tannage of fiction— 160 pages of absorbing stories. 

Ten years ago I created a new type of magazine — the ALL-FICTION magazine. 
Now I am creating another distinct type — the ALL-ILLUSTRATED magazine. This is 
the age of specialization. The conventional magazine, with its muttering of illustrations 
and its smattering of fiction and its smattering of special articles, doesn't contain enough 
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The Only Way to Know a Thing is to Try It 

The two-section magazine idea is brand-new to the world. It is not quite new with 
tne, however, as I have given it, at odd times, four or five years of thought It first 
came into my mind in response to a desire to couple, in some way, the strength of the 
.ill-ti tion magazine with the illustrated features of the conventional magazine. It has 
been a difficult problem to work out. Now that the idea is perfected, I wish to see what 
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Two Magazines for a Quarter — Easy Money 

The price of this two-part magazine is twenty-five cents, which is 
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Now Ready on all News-stands 
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Write for Catalogue C for BucHsHins and other 
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Ever Hear Him? 

"Say, I aint no kicker, but when things 
get to going the way they has been lately, 
then I've got to say something. Why, dad 
burn it, just look at the railroads! See how 
they 've been puttin' the whole country on 
the bum, robbin' the poor people, and makin' 
the rich richer. Look at the way they 've 
been tryin' to save money, too, hirin' cheap 
labor and wreckin' their trains and losin' 
hundreds of lives by doin' it. No, sir, it aint 
right. They ought to be stopped." 

"But they are being taken to task. See 
what the President did to Harriman." 

"Yes, and see what he tried to do to some 
of the best men in the country, the common 
laborer. Called them 'undesirable citizens,' 
classed them with Harriman! Humph! By 
gosh, that aint right. Them rich law-breakers 
ought to be brung to time, they ought, but 
when the poor man gets in trouble, he ought 
to be gave a fair show. It 's all right to 
jump onto Harriman and that bunch of rob- 
bers, but it aint all right to land on the 
laborin' man with both feet that a- way, so 
it aint. No, I aint no kicker, but I've got a 

kick eomin'." 

e # * 

The Contrary. 

She is an exceptionally bright child, but 
her manner of saying witty things relieves 
her of the serious charge of precocity. One 
day she had an appointment to meet her 
mother at a downtown restaurant for a late 
lunch. When they arrived there, whom should 
they encounter but a certain person who 
always rubbed the little girl the wrong way 
and who was naturally very unpopular with 
her. However, like the little lady that she 
is, she put on a smile and made the best of 
an awkward situation. 

That evening she related the chief incident 
of the day to her father, and did not fail to 
mention the unfortunate part of it. 

"How did you happen to meet her there?" 
he asked. "By appointmentt" 

"No," she replied, as quick as a flash, 

"by disappointment." 

•i - ft . * 

The Mean Thing. 
Mr. Grouchly — I see in the paper that ra- 
dium is probably the most expensive sub- 
stance in the world. 

Mrs. Grouchly — Indeed! What does it costt 
Mr. Grouchly — It says here $10,000 an 
ounce. But I dont believe that. 
Mrs. Grouchly — Why? 

Mr. Grouchly — Well, women haven't be- 
gun to wear it on their hats yet. 
What? 
* ft 

Of your wisdom give me just a dash. 
If m-u-s-t-a-c-h-e clearly spells mustache, 
Then put me wise for heaven's sake 
And tell me what does m-u-s-t a-c-h-e maket 



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Rocaford. 111. 
It sire*) me pieajnre to endorse yoar 
" Hoc" Tonic as the beat m«lt run..! I 
ha»e uaed la my loon— a ymn prac- 
tice. I hare often preerrlbed It for my 
patients, bat never was *o fully con- 
vinced of lt» merit* as when 1 tried it 
myscirfordyspoptJcaiMlsu>fnach trou- 
ble*, from which I suffer, fvpeetelljr 
during: the hot weather. 

W. K. Kuuu» M. D. 



Loss of appetite is nature's first warning of indigestion. YY 
the forerunner of dyspepsia. This disease, like nervous- \ » 
ness. is often due to irregular living, improper food and I 
inattention to diet. The digestive organs are inert, the 
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more to stimulate the appetite and aid digestion than 

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creates an appetite, aids in the digestion of other foods, 
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Hammerless Repeating Rifle 



H' 



_^ .22 Calibre 

ERE is one of the lightest repeating rifles made. 

It shoots short, long and long rifle cartridges, and 

ejects the shell at the side, away from the lace. It 

has a safety like a shot gun — the trigger is always under 

control. For boys or for men there is no safer gun. 

The top is tightly closed and smooth — no chatce for dirt to 
get in, no hammer to catch in clothes. You can carry maga- 
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indicates automatically when empty. The parts are remarkably 
simple and positive in action. 




Rifles are the only ones made with all these highly desirable features. You 
need only ask the dealer to show you a Savage and compare it with others to 
be convinced of its acknowledged superiority. 

It has the popular pistol grip and stock of American walnut, not stained 
maple. Dealers will frankly tell you that there is no better all around shooting 
rifle. Weighs only 5)4 pounds, has 24-inch octagon BROWNED, NOT blued barrel, 
and rifle butt plate. 

Price with two magazines, $12 00. Extra magazines, 25c. 

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"She can see him, but he can't see her." 



"How to Cool a Hot Porch" 

^^^ is the title of our free booklet, which we know 

P Twill interest you if you have a veranda. It 

mJ tells how to make your porch the most inviting 

t y\ spot about the house this summer by the use of 

TRASS mSIEGlQF MAKK 

Porch Shades 

These shades shut out the hot sun, but 
-^are constructed to admit every passing breeze 
that blows. Made of Linden Wood Fibre and 
Seine Twine, durable and weatherproof, 
stained in soft, harmonious colors. Easily adjusted to any porch in a few minutes, and may 
be used season after season. You can equip your porch at the moderate cost of from $2 to $10. 
■\r i jfj 1 are built on the "made-to-wear" principle. The supporting 

VU&OY riClTnjnOCKS cords are fastened direct to a Rock Elm spreader, as is also the 
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hammocks are especially weak. Vudor Hammocks sell at $3.00 and $4.00 and are guaranteed 
to wear twice as long as any other hammock on the market. 

tr j /-»i • ww w give the luxurious ease of a Morris chair, with the gentle, swaying motion 

VUOor C/iair namtnOCRS of a hammock. They conform to every movement of the body, andean bo 
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complete relaxation and restfulness, the Vudor Chair Hammock cannot be excelled in any piece of porch furniture, 
If your dealer can't supply you, we'll send you one, express prepaid, for S3.50. 

CAUTION— Inferior products— bamboo shades which let in the sun and do not retain their shape or color and 

cheaply constructed hammocks are sometimes sold by unscrupulous dealers as Vudor goods. Look for the 

Vudor trademark on an aluminum plate on every genuine Vudor Shade or Chair Hammock and on the printed 

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Prepare now for the hot summer — write for our free booklet, 

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You Never Can Tell. 

I'll.- professional humorist sat nervous and 

ax] tap! "" the edge of his chair. He 

turned a»d brushed his hat time and again, 

but all the time he kept his eyes on the face 

of the man seated near him. This individual 

had a long, cadaverous face, high forehead, a 

hard, unyielding mouth, and wore glasses. 

I stuek a blue pencd, 

and behind the other u red one. He was 

reading some manuscript, but from the tight- 

g .if the muscles of his mouth, he was 

getting much pleasure from the process. 

Finally he threw the manuscript on the 
desk in front of his visitor, and looked at 
him vindictively; but not a word did he 
utter. 

The professional humorist gathered up his 
papert and, with disappointment mingled 
with hunger on his face, turned to go. At 
the door ha paused and, looking at the other, 
said, more in sadness than in anger: 

••WYI1, if I were the editor of a funny 
paper and couldn't take a joke, I would 

. M." 

"Here," yelled the editor, joyfully. 
"come back. I'll give you ten dollars for 

that our." 

• • • 

Satisfied. 
" Y.-. - ' remarked the Cheerful Idiot. "I've 
had my share of hard luck, as every one else 
in the world has. I've had to make my own 
way in the world. I've done everything from 
dinning ditches to washing dishes. I've been 
on the verge of making my fortune time and 
again, but I never got over the verij.-. I 

ri a widower three times and my present 
wife has poor health. I've be«n burned out 
twice when I had no insurance. I've been 
hit by an automobile, run away with by a 
horse, ami crowded off the platform of a 
streetcar. I've had ptomaine poisoning, 
mumps, measles, scarlet fever, appendicitis, 
typhoid fever, pinkeye, whooping cough and 
an Ingrowing toe nail. 

" \-< I said, I think I've had my share of 
what is commonly rilled hard luck, but I 
dont think I ever had any real trouble, 
hair continues to cover the same area that it 
originally covered on my head, my teeth arc 
goi'd and sound, and the only trouble I have 
with my stomach is in keeping it full. I 
guess I have no kick coming, chf" 

• • • 

Little Pitchers. 
Pater — My boy, you must not do these 
thinirs. They are wrong. When I was a boy 
I always did as I was told. 

FUin* Was Ma like that, toot 

inly she was. 
Filius — How old were you when you quit 
doing it f 



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Her Paragon. 

She was bragging about her maid. "And, 
you know, she is so careful about all the lit- 
tle nice things. She never makes a mistake 
when visitors come. She knows just what 
to do, whether I am at home or not. She is 
so polite and sweet, and so thoughtful, too. ' 
Keally, she is a paragon. I dont think 1 ever 
saw her equal." 

A few days later, the lady to whom these 
remarks were addressed had occasion to pay 
a party call at the house where this perfect 
maid was employed. The maid opened tho 
door and informed the caller that the lady 
of the house and her sister who was visiting 
her were out; and, as the caller expected, 
held out a small silver platter to receive her 
cards. Naturally she placed two cards upon 
it, and was turning to go, when this thought- 
ful maid addressed her politely: 

"Oh, haven't you made a mistake? You 
have left two cards. Maybe they were stuck 
together and you didn't notice." 

The caller broke the news to her as gently 

as she could. 

# * # 

For Instance. 

"The audience never knows," remarked 
the renowned prima donna, "what a singer 
who becomes famous has to put up with." 

' ' A tenor who persists in eating garlic, for 
instance," remarked the irreverent reporter. 



In June. 

"James," said his mother in that tone 
which James knew well and liked not, "you 
have been swimming again." 

James started to reply, but was cut short. 

"Now, it is of no use for you to say that 
you haven't, because I know you have. Your 
hair is wet, your ears are full of sand, and 
your shirt is on wrong side out." 

"Yes, but—" 

"I dont want any 'buts' about it. Come 
along." 

James was hard put and was doing a deal 
of hard thinking. "What for?" he asked, 
to gain time for further thought, 

"You know very well what for. Come 
along." 

"Say, Ma," he said, persuasively, "dont 
you remember readin' in the paper about the 
Judge sendin' that man to jail because 
everything looked like he had stole some 
money, and they found out afterward that it 
wasn't him but another feller that took it?" 

"Come along." 

"Oh, gee whizz! You can 't never make a 
woman see nothin'." 

• * # 

He Saw. 

She — George, I'm easy to get along with if 
I am treated well. 

He — What do you want? Ice cream soda 
or a box of candv? 




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Gen'l Manager 



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Syracuse, Utah, March 23, 1907. 
francis G. Luke, General Manager, 

Merchants Protective Association, Salt Lake City, Utah. 
Dear Sir : — I take pleasure in acknowledging receipt of 
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death of my husband. The largest amount the company 
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SCIENTIFIC COLLECTORS OF HONEST DEBTS 
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All the Thanks They Get. 

Binks — Say, Chicago University has a lot 
of hard luck, dont it? 

Jinks — I dont know. Why? 

Binks — Well, just to show you. Only re- 
cently its president, the man who built it up, 
died. Now, just when it is recovering from 
that blow, along comes old John D. and forces 
two million dollars on the trustees. It 's an 
awful load to have to carry, the friendship of 
John D. 

Jinks — Guess you are right. There is just 
one thing laeking now to complete its load 
of tough luck. 

Binks — What 's that? 

Jinks — A slight token of Andy's desire to 

squeeze through the eye of that needle. 

* • j # 

From Choice. 

Ex-Senator (making a speech) — Yes, my 
friends and fellow-citizens, T am proud and 
happy to say that once more I am a pri- 
vate citizen. No longer do the responsibili- 
ties of the government and control of this 
great nation rest upon my shoulders. For 
years, though, I have been honored in serving 
your interests in the national capital, I have 
felt the burden growing more and more se- 
vere. I began to realize that it was making 
me an old man before my time. But now that 
I have decided to retire from public life, I 
feel like a boy again. And the best of it all 
is that I do it from choice, from free choice. 

Unappreciative Constituent — Who gave you 

the hunch? 

» * * 

The Way of the Old World. 

"It is all right," remarked the Impecuni- 
ous Title-Wearer, "it 's all right about that 
saying that where your heart is there will 
your treasure be also. Yes, it 's all right 
about that. No one can find fault with that 
so long as it applies only to things of the 
world beyond. But on this mundane sphere 
somehow things are different. 

"I've noticed," he continued after a long 
pause, during which he seemed to reflect 
deeply, "I've noticed that, with men of the 
old and titled families of the old country, 
where the treasure is there somehow we man- 
age to make our hearts be — or seem to be," 

he added as an afterthought. 

* * * 

Not Regular. 
Snow — Tippler is a pretty regular drinker, 
is n't he? 

Shaw — Quite the contrary. He mixes 'em 

all the time. 

* * * 

Says Uncle Kastus. 
Dey say dat er rollin' stone dont gadder 
no moss, but I has 'bserbed dat er movin' 
fam'ly gadders er heap ob truck dat aint no 
mo' count dan moss. 



THK LIGHTER SIDE. 



Bald Bobby. 

Bobby was only six, but he bad a way of 
thinking for himself. One aubjeet on which 
he aeemed to have reached a decided con- 
clusion was that of lying. He lied with or 
without provocation and with the greatest 
facility. The punishment which this practice 
brought upon him seemed to have absolutely 
no effect. 

One day after he had told his mother an 
unusually barefaced story, she took him upon 
her lap and talked to him about it. 

"Bobby," she said, seriously, " tlont you 
know where little boys who lie go when they 
diet" 

"No," replied Bobby mendaciously, for 
he had been repeatedly warned about his fu- 
ture. 

' ' w 'hy. yes you do, dear. They go to hell. ' ' 

"And where do the people that dont lie 
got" 

"They go to heaven." 

Bobby thought a moment, then remarked, 

"Gee, bat. wont us kids have a picnic I" 

• • • 

That *s Why. 
Son — Pa, why do cats have nine livest 
Father — In order that they may outlive 
the old mai'ls. 



Willing to Please. 

She met him at the head of the stuir*. He 
was ascending on all fours, and of eonrti iU 
not sen her until he reached the top. By the 
time that he regained his feet and stood up- 
right, a process which to him was long and 
laborious, be had nerved himself for the 
ordeal. 

"Yoo. beast!" she hissed, scornfully. 
"Look me in the face." 

"M'dear, you are — hie — mos' 'mark'ble 
worn 'n. You 've got more beau-beau 'f ul 
fashes zhan any wom'n I— hie — -ever shaw, 
an' I — hie — take great pleazher in lookin' 

in — hie — all of them at shame time." 

• » • 

An Accident. 

Little Susan's auntie said to her one day: 
"Little Susan, dear, will you run upstairs 
and get my book for met You are so sweet." 

"Oh, auntie," replied Susan in a tone of 
disappointment, "you are just like everybody 

else; you have an ax to dent." 

• • • 

Did You Ever Notice 

That the fattest, squattiest men always 
wear the fattest, squattiest hatst 

That the tallest, thinnest women always 
wear the princess gownt 




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LE.TS YOUR BODY BREATHE 

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Opportunities 
For Settlers 



Is the title of a booklet that has just 
been published by the Portland Railway, 
Light & Power Company. 

There are golden opportunities for 
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within easy reach of Portland, on the 
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A market for every variety of farm 
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Reliable information concerning tim- 
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The Harper System 

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THK LIOHTEB BIDE. 



Compliments of the Day. 
Mike— Oi say, I'at, phut 's th' manlier 
will y'er 

I'at — Sure, an' it 's all Casey's fault, it K 
Be 's color blind, Casey is. Him an' 
me was bavin' a few drinks in honor av 
Pathrick last Sunday, and I'aaey says 
., sayi be, ••I'at, oi '11 I. it yi-z I can 
:i 11 ii \t lii [i ' grnne that yez name." 
• • N that sof" says Oi. 
"Yin, that 's so," says be. 
"Well," says Oi, not likin' Casey's tone, 
tM« y.'z try niakiii' ma eye pane." And 

will that be sot to wor-rk re-deeoratia' 

Hut as Oi says, Casey is color blind. 

Be maile it l.laik 'stead av grane. But all 

•«e, Casey 's wearin' wan ear and a 

that has a pronounced orange tinge to 

thim." 

• • a 

Just Think. 
"Wtahed I swaad one of them nutomo- 
■aid shuffling Sam, as he lay on bis 
hark in the shade of a tree and looked up 
at the sky. 

"What f erf" asked Plodding Pete in the 
■mate position, but with bis tattered hat over 
his face. 

"<'li, just so I could get in it and go 
buzzing round the country, runnin' over DM 
pie, nml eows anil chickens and things, and 
■t doin' nothin' but settin' up there and 
to.. Ma' the honk. No work, no walkin', no 
nothin' to do. Dat 'ud be heaven." 

V.s. bat jest t'ink," replied Plodding 
'how tough it would be when you 'd 
wake up and find ye'erself ridin' in a empty 
cattle car." 

• • • 

Revenge. 

«.'ui.|- (returning from hunting trip with a, 
city sportsman, and speaking of a dog that 
barked at him) — Ool rap your vnller bide! 
You '11 get me so mad by bark in' at me son,.. 
day that I'll steal you and make you hunt in 
front of one of these sure death fades, 

• • • 

In 1950. 
Impresario (in despair)— Tee, it is sad 

but true. We haven't the big voices we 

had fifty years ago. They are still sweet, 

but they :ir.- small. 

Critle— How do yon account for itf 
Impresario— By 'the fact that the world 

has been living in flats for a generation. 

• • . 
The Horrid Thing. 

Wife— Oeorge, is this dress too short* 
1 von wear it longer? 

Husband—Well, considering the pri. 
the dress anil the condition of mv j. 
book, I would suggest that you wear it about 
a year longer. 



resident 
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THE 

BACK 
SLIDES 




Neither warm weal her imr 
Miller affect President 
Suspender ends. Moist - 
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leather stain shirts 
— President »hlle 
I, braided cord cuds 
don't. Sonic men 
wear belts; not 
that they like belts 
but most suspen- 
ders bind and 
cliuir. Presidents 
rest so liirlitly you 
can't feel them. 

lightweight Summer Presidents weigh 2 oz. Weal 
them instead of a binding belt and you won't have to 
adjust your trousers 50 times a day. 

If you can't get Lightweight Presidents in your city, 
buy of us. After 3 days' wear, if unsatisfactory, return 
for your money. 

BOc a Pair 

Also Medium and Heavyweights. Extra long for 
big men. Special size for youths and boys. 
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"YOU'RE SAFE" 

In the hands of the little 
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D*)UhUol after ■having. 
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WE REPEAT IT 

Go -where you will tor speculative chances in mining, but come 
to the Coeur d Alenes tor substantial profits and dividends. 

IN THE- HEART 

of this wonderful dividend-paying district is located the property of the 
Hector Mining Co., Ltd. This stock is still being offered at the very, very 
low figure of FIVE CENTS per share. This is an exceptional opportunity 
as an investment for the one who is looking for GOOD PROFITS. There 
isn't a better property in the Coeur d'Alenes today with the same amount 
of development. 

BUT, BETTER STILL 

The management of the Hector is the best possible. In fact, it is all 
that you would ask for the bank in which you trust your money, and under 
these conditions we do not hesitate to recommend Hector stock as an in- 
vestment at five cents a share, at which price it does not seem possible to 
remain long. 

Write us immediately for reservation of a block of this stock and fur- 
ther particulars. We know it will pay you. 

PARIS H. RENSHAW ®. CO. 

WALLACE, IDAHO 



10 



One Way. 

Tim — So you have bought an auto, have 
you? 

Tom — Yes, I've joined the ranks of the 
swift ones. 

Tim — You must have made a raise. Dont 
you find it rather an expensive luxury t 

Tom — Oh, no. It costs me only two hun- 
dred a month to keep it in repair. 

Tim — But what about the fines for fast 
driving? They must be enormous. 

Tom — Merely nominal. You see, I married 

the Police Judge's daughter. 

* # * 

Pretty Nearly. 
Tommy — Pa! 
Father— Huh! 
Tommy — Pa! 
Father— Huh! 

Tommy — Pa! Why dont you answer me? 
Father — Well, son, what is it? 
Tommy — Is the Ananias Club the same as 

the Big Stick? 

* # * 

That 's Why. 

Sillicus — How did they ever come to call 
them charity halls, do you suppose? 

Cynicus — That 's easy. They called them 
that becausei at them men are supposed to 
dance with a lot of has-beens out of charity. 



The Source. 

Mrs. Blabit — I simply cannot understand 
how that new neighbor of ours, Mrs. Knowit, 
has found out so much about us all. She has 
been here only a few weeks, and yet she 
knows more about the people of this neigh- 
borhood than those of us who have lived here 
for years. 

Mrs. Teller — That 's easy. Dont you re- 
member that her maid, Jessie Gadabout, has 
worked for us all at different times? Know 
about the neighborhood? I should think she 
would! » * * 

Explained. 

Willie — Pa, what are all those knots on the 
Big Stick? 

Pa — They are not knots, my son. You see, 
the President used to live out in the cattle 
country, and out there some men have a prac- 
tice of cutting notches in the handle of their 
guns whenever they get the best of an enemy. 
The President has so many notches on his 
stick that it looks as if it were covered with 
knots, but really they are only the high places 
between the notches. 

# # * 

Sure. 
Citicus — T say, old fellow, which side of 
the horse do you start to curry first? 
Countrycus — The outside. 



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TW Seecinc Pill ■ pwerr rateable, he) boa Muud pmenbed bj peyeWenvesrfhMDnmMtobctWbt* sile*m«rfis««<*ctfreti»M»n« 

known to medical iciencc lor reworlat- VTttlitr. no meni r how orlrlnaUr impaired, aa Ii trachea the not <A the ailment. Ow raaedka arc the beat 
ol their ktid. ami contain onlr the be* and pels* Infredleeta tkel money oa bay and Kfcace produce) therefore we cannot ofer tree aaarplea. 

ffEk*}aJ22ti£L No Humbug, C.O.D., or Treatment Scheme. 

•m lor Ih-er and kidney coaphlMa in 
. an I will eadoat are eoUen end will ask yo» to arad o«t se orach 
esjra can by eiprraa prepaid lor that anm. nntii we on ret hraroojh the rrralar channel* I aei conadent k u in* what I hare been In search ol 
far Bamy rears. I am preacrftdnr ynnr H ypoehoephaes of Umeand Soda, and aapleaacd with the preparation. Yoan slncerrly. Dr. T. J. WBST. 

I kaowol no remedy In the whole Materia Medica canal to ronr Speriac PHI lor Nerroo. Debility.— ADOLPII BEHKE. M. D„ Professor 
ol OrranJc Chemistry and Physiology. New York. 

l^'i^eaS!"" Winchester & Co., Chemists. 905 Beekman Bid*., New York. E * t rMl!H bed 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



It Is Yours 

I want to mail you my 
market letter for three 
months. It will keep you 
informed as to the conditions 
in the C(EUR d'ALENES. 
It will advise you when to 
buy for a quick profit. It 
advises you when to sell or 
when to hold for a greater 
profit. 

As an illustration of the 
value of the advice my mar- 
ket letter contains, I cite the 
case of Oom Paul. This 
stock was selling at around 
23 cents on February 1st 
when I advised my clients to 
get in. About the 20th of 
February the price had gone 
to around 31 cents and it is 
still going up. I am writing 
this February 27th. Those of 
my clients who have bought 
will clear about 40l CCEUR 
d'ALENE stocks are safe, 
sure and profitable if bought 
on the advice of a broker who 
has practical experience and 
knows the camp thoroughly. 

My market letter costs you nothing if you 
name The Pacific Monthly. 

WM. A. NICHOLS 

t05 Howard Street, Spokane, Wash. 



Some Truth in It. 

They were looking at a catalogue of houses. 
From the close proximity of their heads and 
the deep interest they had in the subject, one 
might have suspected that they intended to 
build or buy a house. 

"Why," she asked sweetly, as she sighed 
and laid her head contentedly on his shoul- 
der, "do they always have so many vines 
growing over these bungalows?" 

' ' For the same reason that a wise man who 
has a thin, spavined horse decks him out in 
a stunning set of harness. He know.s that 

most people will look only at the harness." 

* # ' # 

The Pangs of Hunger 

Plodding Pete — Did youse ever suffer the 
pangs of indigestion, Sam? 

Studious Sam — Ay, me lad, many a time 
and oft as I have traversed the broad thor- 
oughfares of this great land, have I had a 
demon gnawing at me vitals and sapping 
away me precious life. 

Plodding Pete — And youse really had eat 
too much? 

Studious Sam — Nay, me lad, too little. 
That 's what gives you real indigestion; the 

other kind is naught but tummy-ache. 

* * * 

An Oft-Told Tale. 

Sagebrush Sim — Us cowboys is marked men, 
Rattlesnake; we 're doomed. The fences, and 
dudes, and farmers is puttin' an end to us 
and our ways of livin'. 

Eattlesnake Pete — Yup. They aint no fun 
in havin' to git off your horse every twenty 
mile and open a gate. Le 's go further west. 

Sagebrush Sim — Le 's have another drink 
first. 

Eattlesnake Pete — Dont care if I do. How! 

* * # 

Hard to Identify. 

Visitor — So you have a little baby brother, 
have you, Ethel? 
Ethel — Yes 'm. 

Visitor — And what is his name? 
Ethel — We dont know yet. The man that 

brought him lost the tag. 

* * # 

One Reason. 

Jones — Monday seems to be the fashionable 
day at home among the wealthy class, does n't 
it? How do you account for that? 

Johns — That 's easy. They want to show 
the public that they no longer have to do 

their washing on that day. 

* * * 

A Paragon. 

Mrs. Neighborly — And did she leave you 
without giving you warning? 

Mrs. Gadsby — Oh, BO indeed. She warned 
me many times that if I didn't stay at home 
more she would leave me. In that respect, I 
must say that she was a good cook. 



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Ivor Johnson 8afety 
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Why Not Own a FIRST CLASS Launch and Enjoy Your- 
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EVERYTHING THAT FLOATS 
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It makes The Mountain Smile. 




NEW VIGOR AND STRENGTH IN EVERY DROP 

Seattle Brewing & Malting Company 

SEATTLE, U. S. A. 



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Industrial and Commercial Supremacy is "in the cards" for 

BELLINGHAM 

ON PUGET SOUND 

The jVlun?cijf>a) f^larvel of the Pacific Northwest 




Write to tke 
Jjellingnam 
Chamber or 
Commerce 
for further 
facts 



Population, 1900 11,062 

Population. 1907 ----- 35.000 

Increase, 216 per cent. 
Bellingham's Record of Tremendous Growth 



Value of Manufactures - - 
Value of Marine Skipping - 
National Bank Deposits - - 
Street Railway Passengers 



1 QAA P* r ?*nl Inrreeae 
1VUO overlap. 



$7,751,464 
$9,990,864 
$2,778,857 
3305.063 



Tons Rail and Water Skipping, 772.988 



C 

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L 
D 

Assessed Valuation - - $8,271,028 - - 24 
Post Office Receipts - - - $50,136 - - 18 

Average percentage increase 1906 over 1905, 50 

Greatest Industrial Enterprises for the 

Development of Bellingham's Territory 

are Now Under Construction. 



135 
68 
53 
27 
25 



1 907 Record Includes 



34 mdes Interurtan Electric Railway - $2,000,000 
6.000-barrel Cement Factory - - - $3,000,000 
Permanent Street Improvements, already 

authorized -------- $650,000 



The value of New Buildings, first FOUR 

MONTHS of 1907 was $265,045, an 

increase of 133 per cent over the same 

months of 1906 



BELLINGHAM is the Metropolis, Seaport, and 
Heart, of NORTHWEST WASHINGTON, the Rich- 
est. Region in the World. 



WRITR FOR Fl'RTHER INFORMATION TO 

Chamber of Commerce, BeTlingham, vvash. 



Three Transcontinental Railroads 

The Ideal Pacific Coast Harbor 



THIS 15 A SQUARE DEAL 



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Pure Food Products 

IN TINS AND GLASS 




ALLEN & LEWIS 

PORTLAND, OREGON, U. S. A. 



FOR SALE BY ALL FIRST 
CLASS GROCERS 



Let me sell Your Patent 

My book based upon 16 years ex- 
perience as a Patent Salesman 
mailed FREE. Patent Sales exclu- 
sively. I f you have a PATENT for 
sale call on or write 

WILLIAM E. HOYT 

Patent Sales Specialist 
257 Dun Blag.. New York City 




PATENTS 

" 8ECURED OR FEE RETURNED 

Free opinion as to patentability. Send for Guide Book 
and What To Invent, finest publication (or free distri- 
bution. Patents secured by us advertised free. 

EVANS, WILKENS & CO. 
No. 900 F Street, N. W.. Washington, D.C. 



AUTOMOBILES 

BOUGHT, SOLD AND EXCHANGED 

Thelargest dealers and brokers in New and S conn- 
hand Automobiles in the world. Send for complete 
bargain sheet No. 140. 

TIMES SQUARE AUTOMOBILE CO. 
1599-1601 Broadway, New YOik 



PATENTS 



B»"PR0TECT YOUR IDEA! 

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Make a Motor 
any Boat in 5 



Boat of 
Minutes 

Here's a little, 2 h.p. marine motor 
(40 lbs. complete) that you can 
attach to the stern post of 
your boat in 5 minutes with- 
outanytools. Drivesani8-ft. 
row boat 7 miles per hour 
(runs 8 hours on one gallon 
gasoline). Can be detached 
from boat just as quickly and 
stored in box in which itiscarricd. 
Simplest motor made— does not 
get out of order. Money-back 
guarantee. Write for catalog 
with full description and price. 

WATERMAN MARINE MOTOR CO. 

1 5 1 1 Fort St. West, Detroit, Mich. 




RIFE AUTOMATIC 
HYDRAULIC RAM 

Pumps water by Water Power. — Runs continuously and auto- 
matically. —Pumping capacity up to 1,000,000 gallons per day. — 
No wearing pans except valves. Highest efficiency of any engine in 
tutf world. — From 60 to 90 percent developed under repeated tests. 

OUR SPECIALTIES: 

Equipping Country Places with 
Complete System Water Works. 
Large Plants forTowus, Institutions 
and Railroad Tanks. 
Large Machines for Irrigations. 

Operatesunderl8in. 
to 50ft. fall. Elevates 
wateriOfeet for each 
foot of fall used, up 
to 500 feet elevation. 
Catalogues and Esti- 
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RIFE HYDRAULIC ENGINE CO. 

2155 Trinity Building NEW YORK CITY 





Mcintosh automatic sand- 
cement BRICK MACHINE 

Turn Your Sand Banks Into Cash It Has No Equal 

Daily capacity 20,000 to 30,000 perfect brick. 

Six men will operate entire plant. 

No skilled labor required. 

No expensive buildings necessary. 

Any kind of motive power may be used. 

Brick put under a pressure of 360,000 lbs. 

Pressed brick made for the price of common brick. 

The only power sand-cement brick machine of like 

capacity in successful operation. 
Equally good lor sand-lime brick. 

Write for Particulars. 

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222 Failing Bldg., PORTLAND, OREGON 



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Motor Boats En^inad With 

STERLINGLEIGHTONHERCULES 



Won Every First Prize Last Season 



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High Speed and 
Endurance Races 



If You Want th. VERY BEAT Saa 

WASHINGTON MOTOR BOAT CO. 

OR 

Kilbourne & Clark Co. 




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FOR ALCOHOLISM 

Available on Reasonable Terms •wherever there is a 
PRACTISING PHYSICIAN 



If you will fill out this coupon we will mail you, in a plain envel- 
ope, full particulars. All correspondence Btrictly confidential. 
P3 OPPKNHKMIEH INSTITUTE 

159 W. 34th St., New York City 

Nami *.•>. 

Address 



Morphinism and all drug addictions suc- 
cessfully treated at the Institute in New 
York, in about three weeks time. 



DR. WHITEHALL'S MEGRIMINE 
RELIEVES ALL FORMS OF 

HEADACHE AND NEURALGIA 

In twenty to thirty minutes. Send a postal today for trial box. We send it without cost. 
Meglumine has been used so extensively for painful nervous troubles by hospitals, sani- 
tariums and the general public for twenty years that it now is a standard remedy in the 
home. A trial is sufficient to recommend it to others. Ask any druggist or address 

The DR. WHITEHALL MEGRIMINE COMPANY, 336 N. Main Street, South Bend, Ind. 




HEALTH 
WITHOUT 

DRUGS 

OR 

SURGERY 



In presenting the 
new science 



N EURO-OPHTHALMOLOGY 



We are offering a POSITIVE CERTAINTY of 
relief for the Chronic Invalid, and a PROFESSION 
for the student FAR MORE REMUNERATIVE and 
EFFECTIVE than Medicine or Osteopathy. Our 
graduates can REMOVE THE CAUSE of Epilepsy, 
Paralysis, Rheumatism, Typhoid and Scarlet Fevers, 
Grippe, Small Pox, Eczema, Syphillis, Pneumonii, 
Asthma, Diphtheria, Appendicitis and ATX OTHER 
ACUTE AND CHRONIC so-called disease. Our 
work is done through the Cerebro-Spinal nervous 
system. If sick, or In search of a PROFESSION, 
write or call. 



AMERICAN COLLEGE OF NEURO- 

OPHTHALMOLOGY (Chartered) 

866 South Hill St., Cor. 9th, Los Angeles, Cal. 

A. P. DAVI8, M. D., President 



The 

McClure 

Sanitary 

A ydominal Bandage 

Is the ONLY scientific sanitary bandage 
made. 

It costs less than any other bandage. 

It has received the very highest endorse- 
ments from the medical profession — en- 
dorsements that money could not buy. 

It is the simplest bandage made. 

It is light and fits perfectly. 

It is washable. 

It is a boon. 

Write for handsome booklet giving full 
information, mailed free. Address 

"The McCLURE COMPANY 

White Salmon, Wash. 



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LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 

This City ranks very Ugh on the Pacific Coast. 

AS A BANKING CENTER 

S_„ The three largest. Banks in Los Angeles are 

^i^5 DANK deposits January 1. 1907 $15315,339.36 

First National Bank. deposits January 1, 1907 .... 15.450.468.06 

Farmers & Merchant* National Bank, deposits January 1. 1907 13.110.929.00 
Total deposits of these three Banks January 1. 1907. $44,076,736.42 

Total of all other Banks in Los Angeles. January 1. 1907 . . 55.843.816.84 
Grand Total. January 1, 1907 .... $100,020,553.28 

These statistics show that the CECUR1TT j s an exceptionally large and strong 
institution. It has now seventeen Vj Aylwoa DANK million dollars of resources, and 
every dollar is held as "Security for Savings" of depositors. The laws of California 
make Savings Deposits a first and only lien upon the Bank's assets. 

The COUTHERN CALIFORNIA" ill consolidate with and become 
apartofOAVINGS BANK mU^l SftSfio- the OECURITT during the 
Fall of 1907. This merger has become necessary on ac- v3^™*>$ DANK count of 
insufficient capacity of its present quarters in the Union Trust Building to accomo- 
date its rapid growth. In the new QECU RITY there will be ample room for 
the combined business of these two vJ SSI J. BUILDING large institutions. 

The Safe Deposit and Storage Department of the consolidated ^ ECUR ITl 
in the basement of the new QECU RITY will have a capaci- \3 Ayiwca DANK 

ty of 25,000 boxes, ranging i3 SB £ BUILDING in rental prices from $2 to S100 a year. 
There arc, in all, twenty booths, ranging in size from 5x7 feet to 7x 14 feet, and a 
very large room, 14x20 feet, for use of directors and stockholders of other corpor- 
ations. In addition to the above there are two general consultation rooms, one for 
men and one for women, each being 13 x 15 feet. 
The Trunk Storage Vault is 13J4 x27'A feet 

The vaults are constructed separate from and independent of any other part of 
'uilding, having their own foundation, extending far below the main building. 
The walls do not touch the walls of the SECU RITY and the roof is especially 

built for the vaults, with no dependence v J 555L BUILDING upon or connection with 
the floor above. The vaults are strictly fire and earthquake proof, and would stand 
uninjured no matter what might happen to the main building. The walls arc built of 
reinforced concrete two feet thick. In the concrete are four layers of steel bars about 
one inch square, crossing each other about four inches from the outside of the con- 
crete wall and two rows of steel bars crossing each other about four inches from 
the inside of the concrete wall. 

The vaults are lined with chrome steel with a four inch space between lining and 
concrete. The outside of the vault is covered with a steel lining one-eighth inch 
thick and about this comes the ornamental steel cladding. The roof is built of heavy 
steel I" beams two feet wide and laid parallel with each other on two and one-half 
foot centers. Steel rods run in an opposite direction through these "I" beams, and 
all of this steel work is surrounded by a concrete wall two feet thick. 

Electric wires are placed in the walls, six to eight inches apart, and these would 
immediately sound a general alarm in event of any interference with the vaults. 

Nothing safer than the vaults can be built 

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'Ye Knights of Ye Round Table" 

Understood the inspiration to warm fellowship pro- 
duced by a Round Table. The romance of "ye olden 
days" evidence this. No piece of furniture is more con- 
ducive to good cheer and sociability — the circle of 
family and guests face to face. 

NASH Round Extension Table, Round When Extended 

The ONL.T table still round after extension — not oval. Beauty and harmony are 
not marred by the dividing of the pedestal to insert leaves. Solid top — no ugly crack 
when not extended. 

Leaves are circular, placed around the outer edge, and securely clasped on slides 
drawn from underneath. Firm, will support any weight, will not warp. 

Beautiful, attractive, thoroughly practical — two years in use a practical test The 
ideal dining table. 

from factory to Your Home 

Save middlemen's profits by sending for our 
special designs of this patented table and our 
high art furniture. Tables and furniture made 
to order — by hand. Skilled workmanship, 
woods thoroughly seasoned and selected for 
beauty of grain. 

Send for illustrated folders 

Carl Enos Nash Company 



716-71 8 So. Spring St. 
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 




J 



Lung and Throat Troubles Cured 

There are only two places in the United States where 
you can get a Bulling 's method of inhalation for project- 
ing air, vapor or spray beyond the trachea, down into the 
bronchial tubes and lung tissue, both the vital places to 
reach in cases of disease of the respiratory organs. This 
method is being used with immense success in all the 
leading cities of Europe. One of these institutions is in 
New York, and the other, 

IN LOS ANGELES 

Those interested in diseases of the air passages, 
are asked to call and be convinced that this method 
is an absolutely scientific one, which will reach the 
diseased parts and heal them completely. 

The medical profession have welcomed this Inhalatorium on the Pacific Coast, 
as it greatly aids them in their treatment of the great White Plague. Physicians as 
well as those interested are cordially invited to call or send for full particulars. 

Blumauer Inhalatorium (Ino.) 

409 Pacific Electric Building, LOS ANGELES, California 




Inhaling Cabin With 
Guttafer Apparatus 



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CREAM 

Prevents 
Sunburn, Tan 

and FrecRlcs 

50c Jar 



"ANITA 
CREAM" 

Removes 
All Facial Blemishes 

50c Jar 

Sold by All Druggists 



FREE 



TALKING 
MAGHlNEi 
NEEDLES 



Write 

Us 

To-Day 



Send us your name, address and make 
of your Talking Machine, and we'll 
mail you a liberal sample of the new 
t *jpetmecky* p Talking Machine 
Needle—the kind that plays soft or loud 
— saves your records — cuts down needle 
expense. You will also receive inter- 
esting literature. SEND NO MONEY. 

TALKING MACHINES 
SOLD ON INSTALLMENTS 

To responsible parties we sell any 
make of Talking Machine on easy 
monthly payments. Ask about our new 
installment plan— it will interest you. 

We ship Records anywhere 

GEO. J. BIRKELCO. 

345-347 SOUTH SPRING STREET 

LOS ANGELES. CAL 



SOFT 

o« 

LOUD 



y\ 



FRESH OLIVE OIL 

FROM CALIFORNIA. 
25c BOTTLE 



FREE 



if you 
send ioc 

postage 

If yon want natural oil of 
olives in an absolutely fresh 
condition, without the stale 
or rancid taste common t o 
oil that has stood in bottles. 
send 10c and I will send 
you a regular 25c bottle to 
try. If you like it you can 
get 



$3. WORTH 
DELIVERED 
PREPAID FOR 



$150 



2 




This oil passes through the last refining process 
the day before it Is sent out and is an entirely 
different and very superior article. If you once 
get a taste of my fresh olive oil you will use no 
other on your table, for cooking or for medicinal 
purposes. It Is absolutely pure. 

My oil can be kept for months after you get it 
because It is just from the vats and is in an 
opaque retainer that keeps out the light. Order 
a can direct. Send postal or express money order 
for $2.50 and I will send you a full measure half 
gallon can equal to 3 quart-size bottles that sell 
for a $1.00 a bottle or you can send $4.00 for a full 
gallon equal to 6 bottles, worth $6.00, express pre- 
paid. 

G. M. CiTTord Olive Oil WorKs 
San Diego, California 



If YOU 

WANT 



HEALTH 




Patented Auk. 15, 1905. 

IP SUFFERING 

From lung or throat trouble, it is the only per- 
fectly ventilated house you should sleep in. Has 
upper and lower floors, folding stairway, folding 
beds, pure air at all times, but no drafts. Proof 
against mosquitoes, files, bugs or reptiles. Can be 
put on your lawn and cure yourself at home. If 
you wish change of climate, expense of shipping 
these amounts to little. 

FOR SUMMER OUTING 

Costs little for a family to own one. You can then 
use it at mountain, seashore or country. 

Summer and winter resorts buy them for family 
cot t ages and to provide extra room. 

Address 

WALKER COTTAGE COMPANY 

SANTA ANA, CAL, 
Exclusive rights to manufacture them east of 
California for sale. 



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BANKINC BY MAIL 



New • SECURITY LOS ANGELES 
Home of O** 1 *" DANK CALIFORNIA 



O 



The prosperity of Southern California and its great earning ability, makes 
Angeles a most profitable money center. 

The f^ECURITI by reason of its leading position, its unequalled 
th, ^Avmas DANK and its unlimited facilities, is the natural and log- 
ical institution for the accomodation of out-of-town depositors. 

Four frtr cent interest is paid on term deposits, and the entire assets are 
held as security for deposits, and cannot be used for any other purpose. 

We offer, therefore, security and profit for savings, and solicit deposits 
by mail, assuring all clients the highest type of service it is possible to ob- 
tain anywhere. 



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Street Scenes in Los Angeles. 



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GERMANAMERJ 
SAVINGS 

curios ANGELAS 




f-l 



lBOOKI 



BANK 
BOOh 






BANK 
BY MAIL 

With the Bank That Has the Largest 
Capital and Surplus of Any Savings Bank 
in the Southwest. 

Add your name to the 20.000 depositors who draw interest 
on over $9,000,000 of deposits a< this hank. We invite corre- 
spondence on our system of Banking hy Mail. 

40/ PAID ON SAVINGS ACCOUNTS 
/q compounded semi-annually 

' RESOURCES $10,500,000 

CAPITAL AND SURPLUS $850,000 
DEPOSITS $9,000,000 

One of the largest and strongest Savings Banks in Southern California 
huilt upon a sound. safe foundation of conservatism and up-to-date hank- 
ing methods. Every facility for conducting the largest hanking business 
in Los Angeles, the rapidly growing metropolis of the Southwest 

GET IN TOUCH WITH US TODAY 

W. S. BARTLETT. Proidcnt M. N. AVERY. V. Prc.idtnt 

W. E. McVAY. V. Pr«.dent J. D. RADFORD. V. President 

W. F. CALLANDER, Chirr 

223 So. Spring Street, LOS ANGELES. CALIF. 

Branch. Corner Main and First Streets 



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SCENE: FROM SODA. LAKE, CAL„ Near 

48 MILLION DOLLAF 

Im Said to Have Been Taken from Desert Mine* In the Pa* 

WE WILL BE ABLE TC 

Dollars Worth of Soda From this Same Desert, and An 

BY MODERN RAILW^ 

This is a story of commercial conquest — a truthful statement of opportunity. 
The conversion of a great natural resource that is limitless in extent, and which 
now, with the building of the new Tonopah-Tidewater Railway becomes accessible 
and profitable to develop. This Company owns over 4000 acres of these deposits of 
Crude Soda that runs 40 to 70% pure. Each 160 acre claim will furnish the raw ma- 
terial for more than two million dollars worth of finished product, and the Com- 
pany owns over 25 such claims. By a peculiar phenomena of nature— cap- 
illary attraction— this crust or deposit is re-formed every three to five 
years. Before the company could use the entire deposit it would have 
replenished itself at the point of beginning. 

A Great Industrial Investme 

Buy Stock in This Wei 
prise Before Price Aj 

Now Sellii 

We can substantiate the facts which warrant us in j 
claiming a dividend of at least 25 per cent. Our I 
raw material, that is limitless, and costs only the 1 
freighting, and our wonderful new process which I 
enables us to derive eight commercial products 
I twenty-nine bi-products from these crude I 
sodas, at a far less cost per ton than is 
possible by the present expensive chem- I 
ical process of our Eastern competi- 
tors — the only present supply of 
this commodity. 



40 Cents a tShare Down, Easy Terms on the Balance 

To enable the largest possible number to secure a block of this stock at $1.00 we have decided to grant 
an Installment plan of paying for it. If you will pay 40c a share down, we will arrange so you can 
pay the balance on Installments at your home bank where the stock will be placed in escrow to become 
yours when paid. 



We -Will Pay Your Way to Come and Investigate Don't Delay. Writ. Today. 



This is an unqualified offer to any person living west of the Mississippi River, and 
is made because we know our enterprise has merit. If you will buy 5000 shares of 
this stock at $1.00 we will pay the expense of trip for yourself or chemist to come 
and investigate our claims. If they are not as we represent we will also pay your 
expenses. This applies to as many as wish to accept, or syndicates may be formed 
and appoint some one to come. 

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ier Rich Desert Resource 




rtrnm*nt Tort, Inlrano Death Vill*y 

ROFIT IN BORAX 

trs by Cunmbmraomm 90 Mulm Tmam Tranmportatlom 

k\KE, 50 MILLION 

(Our Splendid Result In Only a Few Short Years 

RANSPORTATION 



We (junto herwwith what the Loe Angelea Time* of 



I oar enterprise. It Is h«-*vi«-«l "Phenomenal Buppsssi Ii 
"The »coomplUhmeota of the Pacific Coast Bod it Co. 



recent date Mid 
■ In Homey Kais- 
~ thla past work 



bora rather remarkable In the face of many people talking (juUt 
1. Twenty thousand dollar* raised since last (Saturday night at 8: SO 
1 relumes for the merit of their enterprise, and Mr. L*n«.n l» Juht 



roepect for the Immediate future of thl- new in-lu-tr;. Thin 
int. with what has been ralaed before, Insures enough moar; for tk« 
tent of the new soda aah plant which now will be poshed to completion. 



d for which wm eurreyed and broken thla week. The plant, a* we hare 
•for*, will be located at Iaglewood, and promleaa to be one of the lead- 
doetrtal Inatitatlonaof the Pacific Coast." and ahowa from our local 



Inglewood. and 
the Pacific r 
•that strides this enterprUe la making 



forth Millions 

irful Enter- 
| Advances 

•1.00 



Th- Trade. Mark of thla New 
California Product 







Is* aham of thla mmninr hare gone ateadlly upward a* the 
k of derelopment baa prograaeia. Today w« an building th« flrat 
: of oar plant, wlilch will make aorta tab and will bar, an earning 
Kitypf orer f 100.000 per year. The eeconil nnlt will make ceoetle 

It will earn even a larger proflt and will tie under way )nat aa 
the flrat unit la completed. Vt> are practically aaanred the 

for ibla now. 




Ordori Worth Quarter Million Dollars Awaiting the Plant 

We can abow yon fac almile offcrlne us ordera tor aoda aah. canatlc aoda*. etc.. amonntlnit In total to 

(hue compjnlea. $147,240.00; aoap companies. (2N.WiO.00: 
reflnerlra. (I: 1 the Arid la 'not half corered. for theae are concerna dolnr hoaineae In or near 

Angelee only with two eiceptlnna. The coaat trade of 1006 for aoda product, exceeded a million dnllara. 

Write or Wirt Today lar Booklet and Complete Information. Addrtst JAMES AUSTIN LARSON, Prtlidtnt. 




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Industry 

on the 

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How You Can Establish 

Yourself in Business for 

$4.00 per month 



We need not tell the man with millions where to put his money 
— he is buying timber, buying and holding it; for timber in the 
great trees of the Northwest, which have been centu.ies in 
growing, is precious. It is becoming more precious every day, 
because men with capital are buying — and holding. They are 
also cutting and selling it — and buying more. 

In an article (January Cosmopolitan) on the immense fortune 
one man made in Northwest timber, Charles P. Norcross says: 

"There is nothing in this country growing by leaps and bounds like timber 
properties. The pinch is coming. The prodigal waste of years is creating 
a paucity of valuable timber tracts." 

There is just one way for men with small incomes to share in this wealth- 
producing industry — and we offer it in our co-operative plan. This organ- 
ization has already purchased millions of feet of the finest standing timber, 
advancing in value every day. There is still room for you. You can pave 
the way to a prosperous future — block by block — as you go. 

Oregon Timber 

is better than a gold mine. It is on top of the 
earth's surface — where it can be seen and measured 




Here's the idea — you pay $4.00 per month for 25 months. 

This buys for you 100 shares of negotiable, div 

idend stock which is secured by 100,000 feet of 

standing timber. This is tangible security for your small 

investment. The certificate we issue to you is more than 

a mere piece of paper — it represents 100,000 feet of timber in 

REAL TREES, the kind the world is demanding for 

thousands of miles of new railroad ties, telegraph poles, ship 

masts, etc., etc. They are demanding that these shall be of 

OREGON timber — -why? Because Oregon timber is the 

best the world knows — we cannot cut the trees down fast 

enough to meet the demand. You pay, in all, $100.00 

for each 100 shares and this will be worth $1000.00 in Coining Money for 

. , . Tc . ... \,. Owners of Big Trees 

a very short time. If you wait, you will miss this oppor- 
tunity, ,for two reasons; the stock will all be sold, and it will be worth so 
much more than now, that holders will not sell. 




Remember, this is not a new venture. This company IS organized; 
we own our mills, whico are in continuous operation, right now. 
You have a chance to own stock in a strong, responsible, established 
company, to invest in a business that is certain to pay 50% dividends, 
in addition to the advance in value of stock. Eastern people 
regard this as large profits, but in the Northwest it is looked upon 
as only a fair, conservative estimate on dividends from TIMBER 
investments. 

All stockholders in this organization are equally secured — 100.000 
feet of standing timber for every 100 shares of stock; this is 



GUARANTEED. Ask any- 
one who KNOWS, about 
Oregon timber. They will tell 
you to lose no time in taking advantage of an opportunity like 
this — a timber investment on small payments. We are not issuing 
stock indefinitely. We want to acquire for our stockholders certain 
valuable timber tracts — we are issuing a limited amount of stock in 
order to do it— and then the offer will be recalled. We now OWN 
the timber with which we secure your investment — the new tracts 
acquired from new capital means increased profits and dividends for all. 



The richest man in the United States began 50 years ago to buy timber land. He 
is still buying. Will you have your share? For further particulars WRITE TODAY. 

NORTH COAST CO-OPERATIVE LUMBER COMPANY 

Manufacturers and Exporters. Suite 24-29 Realty Trust Bldg. PORTLAND, OREGON 



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CALIFORNIA HOMES 



Where Dollars Will Double While You Sleep 

Your Investment Secured by High 
Class Improved Property 



nes were never po great In Northern 
ml for suburban borne* — Lave 



-rtunttles for rapid money- making* along aonnd, legitimate 
Ma aa now. The rebuilding jf San Franclaco — att<i 
brought Into striking' prominence tbe moat desirable and accessible 

tea* la San Rafael, one of the beaut 7 spoi ■ m California— within fifty minutes 

of the business crater of Kan Francisco — with two lines of rapid transit In operation and a third In proceaa 

of construct loo. Han Rafael oCPera advantage* and opport unities equaled by none of tbe many suburban 

ti itKitlguoua to California's great metropolis, or In fact any of the districts suburban to the greater 

it. The climate la unexcelled. An ample rainfall Insures bounteous crops and verdant 

foliage all the year round. The Summer's sun la never oppressive snd Winter has no chilling breath. No 

•-lime* equals In even tempersture that of this beauty *■■•-: of Northern Csllfornls. 

IieeirahJe home Bites are becoming more scarce each year and the NORTHERN I REALTY 

teems Itself exceptionally fortunate In owning and controlling tbe cream of tbe real estate 

market In thla delightful section. 

■i would like to invest tinder an Al 
r I"! and a share of the surplus profits In sddlttonr 

tied and online proposition: now and why we ran sell yon a shar 
V'lIiENM OF 7 PER 
\S \ DIVIDEND. BOTH PAYABLE SEMIANNUALLY. 
> good In all the glorious West. 

forthwith and yon will begin to Immediately participate In tbe profits. 
s learn all the detail*. 
a shareholder yon or your friends are entitled to make this compsny's offices your headquarters and 
address when vt*;tlng Csllfornls. and we shall endeavor to make your atay In the metropolis of the West 
both pleaaant and profitable. 

Northern Counties Realty Company 

702 Market Street, SAN PRANCISC0, CAL. 



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LOAM SOIL 
IRRIGATED 

1500 acres now in 
Sugar Beets and 
paying a net profit 
of $50.00 per acre. 

35 MILES FROM 

SPOKANE, WASH. 

The most beautiful home 
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J* 

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ANSWER THIS QUESTION:— Would 
you like to own 5 or 10 acres of the finest 
fruit land in America in a pleasant com- 
munity with modern advantages; splendid 
schools; delightful climate; only 6 hours 
from Pacific Coast; lead an independent, 
healthy out-door life and net a profit of from 
$250 to $750 per acre? Others are doing 
this; why not you? 

Write today for full information. 

NATHANIEL W. VAN CLEVE 
NORTH YAKIMA, WASH. 



Coos Bay 
Real &JiNsb Estate 

We furnish Correct Abstracts at 
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f Look after Assessments 
and Taxes. ^ For reliable in- 
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address 

Title Guarantee and Abstract Co. 

H. SENGSTACKEN, Manager 
Marshfield, Ore. 



COOS BAYS™ 

Makes a specialty of Timber, Farm and 
Goal Lands; also City of Coos Bay real estate. 

CtlAS. i. BRUSCHKE, city of coos Bay Manager, Marshf ield, Ore. 

OREGON 

FARMS 






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909 G00DN0UGH BLDG. PORTLAND, OREGON 







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The Investor's Review Is of interest to all 
persons who desire to invest their money safely 
and profitably. Address Editor, 



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WESTERN HOMESTEADS COEUrVaLENEInVaN RESERVATION 

NOW it tbe Hate to prepare to ale oa a claim at the time of the openiof of the Coeur d' Alene Reservation, one of the richest sectioni of tbe 
Malt of Waakistftoa. Jola tbe Coear d'Ak-nr Reaervatioa Information Bureau, an urrani/atim. otficcred by reipomible butinrts mm aj T< k-.a, 
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Reference: Lombard & Co.. Hanker.. Tckoa, Washington 



TEKOA, WASHINGTON 



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-orporatinr buaineaa. Write or wire today for copy of laws, blanks. 
i'li incorporation. 



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assured of courteous attention. 



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CHEWING CUM BY MAIL 
Oa receipt offer we will erad to any address In the United State. 
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- i, tM'...mins world famous beosoea of 
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The HEART 



of 



The famous 
Wheat Belt 



A live, hustling town of 1600 popula- 
tion and growing rapidly. 

Fine Schools, Public Buildings and Churches 

City owns the water works and supplies best artesian 
water in unlimited quantity. Modern electric light and 
power plant. 

A Railroad Center 

Tekoa is located on the main Hue of the Spokane 
Div., O, R.. A N. Ry. and both the C. M. A St. P. and 
North Shore Line now building will pass through Telcoa. 
Also the Tckoa A St. Marie River Electric Line, making 
three steam and one electric line. 

The Finest Wheat Lands in the World 

Large flouring mills located at Tekoa. Splendid 
opportunities for diversified farming. All kinds of grains 
and tubers, also fruits. The great Coeur d* Alene Indian 
Reservation will soon be thrown open for settlement and 
Tekoa must become the central city and base of supply. 

We want fanners, Mercfcaats, Mecbaiics and Capitalist. For 

complete information and booklet, address 

THE COMMERCIAL CLUB 
TEKOA, WASHINGTON 



Choicest winter residence, apartment or 
studio building ^ite in Los Angeles. Forever, 
unobstructed view overlooking Echo Lake 
Park and Elyslan Park to Bit. Wilson and 
Mt. Lowe. Small rose-covered California 
cottage, sewered, curbed, sidewalked, with 
gas and electricity in street; 40-ft. front- 
age on Belmont Ave. and 40 ft. on Lake 
Shore Blvd. Three car lines; 10 minutes 
by Edendale and t.J lend ale Electric to Sixtli 
^jand Main; 12 minutes by Temple St. or Belt 
TTTn'tne to First and Broadway; most beauti- 
ful view In Los Angeles; worth easily $5,000 
In two years. For sale quick at $3,500. on 
terms. Owner moved to San Diego. Might 
trade for anything in or near San Diego. 
What have you? 

"Ask Crowe About It." 
FREDERICK CROWE 

HOMELAND IMPROVEMENT CO. 

939 SIXTH STREET, SAN DIEGO, CAL. 




BUY A LOT IN THE 

CARLETON TRACT 

and double your money in a short time. A suburb of Lot 
Angeles. The Huntingtona electric line runs through this tract, 
and the Salt Lake R. R. along side of it. One good business 
street, balance residence streets. Improvements to be made: 
Cement walks and curbs, graded and oiled streets and water 
piped to each lot. Lots range in price from $90 to $600. 
Terms on lots up to $1 50, $5.00 down and $5.00 per 
month; above $1 50, $1 0.00 down and $1 0.00 per month. 
Send draft or money order today, or write for maps, plats, 
and booklets, free. 

H. L MILLER & CO. 

414 W. 7th Street, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 



TEKOA 

THE GATEWAY TO THE 
COEUR D> ALENE RESERVATION 

I have platted 160 acres In town lots, 
one, five and ten-acre tracts, right in the 
heart of the city. The C, M. & St. P. 
R. R runs through the center. The con- 
struction of their road is now started. 
This is the best town on the Pacific Coast 
for one with small means to Invest in. 
Opportunities for the business man, the 
laborer, and the manufacturer. 

For further particulars address 

F. J. MAHONEY 

Owner of Lombard's Addition 
TEKOA, WASHINGTON 



IROSSER 



2000 
POPULATION 

County Seat 

Benton County 

AViuthlnirton 



P 

The growing town in the fertile irrigated 
valley of the Yakima. The earliest fruits, 
the most delightfulclimate, the largest profits 
per acre. Buy now while the prices are low. 
Every acre makes from $5 00 to $72 5 net each year. 

Write NOW for our Ma£s, Price Lists 
and Bird' s-eye View of the Valley 

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PROSSER, WASHINGTON 




COOS BAY 

On a Direct Line from NewYork to theOrient 



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£\ * fASHINGTON fruit lands are making themselves famous; Washington 
iff fruit commands a higher price than that of any other locality. Hun- 
dreds of men are making a comfortable and easy living from a five or 
ten-acre orchard. You can do the same. 

I-and immediately around Spokane is some of the finest fruit land in the state, 
and Yalleyford is the pick of the Spokane land. Without a particle of irrigation, 
it can grow and is growing the finest of orchards, and is now being equipped with an 
up to date irrigating system. Valleyford has just been opened by the new Spokane 
& Inland Electric Road. It is only a half hour's ride from Spokane, the highest 
cash market in the Northwest. It is the most beautiful of home spots and has every 
convenience of the city. 

An acre of this land can be made to pay from $200 to over 5500 a year. Tracts 
from one acre up sold on the easiest of payments. Write today for free literature. 

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Corner Riverside Ave- and Lincoln St., SPOKANE, WASH. 



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matters not how severe. Scientific treatment. 
Method infallible. For particulars address 
M. L. HATFIELD.Principal 
of Pacific School for Jlammeren 

CHEHAL1S, "WASH. 



Grow Mushrooms 

For Big and Quick Profits 
Small Capital to Start 

A Safo Business 
I am the largest grower 
in America. Ten years' ex- 
perience enables me to give 
practical instruction in the 
business worth many dol- 
lars to yon. No matter 
what your occupation is 
or where yon are located, 
M here is an opportunity to 
acquire a thorough knowledge of this paying business. 
Send for Pre* Book giring particulars and information, 
how to start, cost, etc Address 

JACKSON MUSHROOM FARM 

Dept. i mm 3»4» M. Woatgrn Awe., Chicago, Illinois 




Learn a Profitable Profession 

BECOME J* FOOT SPECIALIST 
GET Jk DIPLOMA 

Otjr mail course in Chiropody consists of four 
lectures, formulas, instructions and our method 
of removing Corns, Bunions, Callouses, Ingrow- 
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crescences ofthe human foot. 

Dr. P. G P. Attias, President 

Dr. Wm. Eiskn, A. M. f M. D-, Professor of 

Anatomy and Surgery 

Dr. Oliver 0. Fletcher, Secretary 

Write Secretary for full information 

IVESTERtf SCHOOL OF CHIROPODY 

Jtlisky Bldg. t Portland, Ore, 



ST. HELENS' HALL 

PORTLJtMD, OREGOA! 



T> ESIDENT and Day School for girls, be- 
ing the Diocesan School of the Episco- 
pal Church, under the care of the Sisters of 
St. John Baptist (Episcopal). Collegiate, 
Academic and Elementary departments. 
Advantages in Music, Art and Elocution. 
Gymnasium. Thirty-ninth year begins Sep- 
tember 16th, 1907. For catalogue address 
THE SISTER SUPERIOR 




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upwards a week by drawing pictures. 
It's easy. You only have to study dur- 
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your office or shop. The lessons don't 
cost much. Send your drawings today. 
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r CUTS TOrHEEN P V. C. Clabner, Columbua.O. aold 32 pair* 

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Zon-o-Phone 



Zon-o-phone leaps into the leail of all 
talking machines with a complete 

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ranging from fjo.oo to (75.00. The 
i\rw Tapering Arm Zon-o-phone is a 
marvel of mechanical perfection. Try 
one. If not satisfied return it for full 
credit. Send for complete list of new 

ZON-O-PHONE RECORDS 



12-inch records 
10 ' 



The finest disc records made. They 
play longer, last longer ; are loud, clear 
and sweet without a trace of harsh or 
scratchy noises. Write for catalog today. 

UNIVERSAL TALKING MACHINE MFG. CO., 
369 Mulberry Street, Newark, N.J. 




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RAYMOND 



Raymond, Washington 

The Coming Manufacturing City 

WHAT WE HAVE 

to show for practically two years' steady growth: 

7 Big Saw-Mills, Capacity 80,000 to 130,000 feet each, dally; 1 Smaller Saw-Mill, 
Capacity 45,000 feet daily; 1 Large Ship-Yard with 3 Steam Schooners under con- 
struction; 3 Shingle Mills with Total Capacity of 550,000 Shingles daily; Numerous 
Smaller Factories, Stores, Mercantile Establishments, Etc.; Pay Roll $70,000 
Monthly and Growing Rapidly. 



WHAT WE SEEK 

More Manufactories, More Store 

WHAT WE OFFER 



More Manufactories, More Stores and Hotels, More Dwelling Houses. 



FREE FACTORY SITES surrounded by Washington's best timber belt and 
the best of deep water and railroad shipping facilities. 

FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ADDRESS 

Secretary Riymond Commercial Club, 
Raymond Land (EL Improvement Company, 
I,. V. Raymond, 

RAYMOND, Pacific County, WASHINGTON 



with 




ONE OF RAYMONDS BIO SAWMILLS. 
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"FOR YOUR OUTING" 

SUMMER TOUR OF ALASKA AND CANADIAN YUKON 

V/by not take this new and novel trip? **NEW" because it is so little known. "NOVEL" because it 
comprises so much — an ocean voyage of 1000 miles through inland waters — at no time out of sight of 
land, past verdure clad islands and snow capped mountains from -which a thousand cascades tumble 
through the forests into the sea. A ride on the scenic "Wliite Pass Railway" 111 miles across the 
mountains from Skaguay, until Caribou is reached— there connections are made with our own steamers for 

CONRAD, TAKU, GOLDEN GATE and ATLIN 



and the beautiful lake country. 



mm 




If Dawson be your destination you continue on the train to ^^HITE 
HORSE at the head of navigation on the Yukon River where 
one of the company's fine steamers takes you down the 
mighty Yukon River to Dawson — 460 miles. 

^»Vhy not write now to any of the undersigned repre- 
sentatives and let them arrange your trip and prepare itinerary 
— they will also mail you booklets and full information as to 
rates and sailing dates — and make your reservations. 

HERMAN WEIG. General Agent, 

109 La Salle St., Chicago, 111. 

I. W. DUDLEY, General Agent, 

Colman Bldg.. Seattle. Wash. 

J. H. ROGERS, Traffic Manager. 

Vancouver, B. C. 



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H Will Buy this fine HOPKINS & ALLEN 

Military Bolt Action Repeating Rifle 




22 CALIBER 
^16 SHOTS 

YOC WILL MAO N<» MISTAKE IN BUYING THIS 
RIFI.K. It'sths Hopkins 1 Al.l.KN JUHIOH RXPEATER 
•-recognized everywhere aa the handsomest, best handling, quickest anil 
atraightest shooting 22 caliber Repeating Rifle made in America at tin- price, 
Shoots 22 caliber sliort, long and long rifle cartridges without change of currier. 
81>"«ts 16-22 caliber short and 12-22 caliber long and long rifle; The injector 'works like light- 
ning. You can make bull's tyti as fast as you can work the trigger; the appearance of the gun is some- 
thing you can take pri.le in. 

Till-: STOCK i» of beautiful selected American Walnut, light, strong »nd graceful -polished almost like Mahog- 
any. 1HRKKI. i> "f fine high power rifle steel, rifled with our new patented increase twist which gives beat 
range and trajectory. ACTION is improved Military Bolt Pattern (itde election) which is recognized as the belt ac- 
tion made for a repeating rifle— action is lino equipped with Honttve Safety Device, removing danger of accidental 
discharge. GUN is 40^ inches long, barrel aa inches — takes down in two pans and can be packed in trunk or 
suit case. Slatiriali. Manufacture and Aiirmbling are of Highest Grade Throughout— and the Rifle is War- 
rantced to Give the Greatest Satisfaction— a Remarkable Bargain at our Price. 

Call lit your Dealer's or Write us Today, wf. will send this rifle direct to you for 

18,29-ASH <!1 UtANTEB SAFE DELIVERY AND SATISFACTION— IT TOO CANNOT KIMi IT AT NEAREST 

(TORE. 



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E1M) OF A FIREARM. WRITE FOR OCR 
I1FUL-OUN ODLDEA.ND BSM) 

•jo » for hot. rrs rucc 

<Otrca more pntoca on guns than any 
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HlBMsS eornplel.' 



THE HOPKINS < ALLEN ARMS CO. 

Dept. 42 NORWICH, CONN.. V. S. A. 

Largest Manufacturers of High-Grade. Popular-Priced 
Firearms in the World. 



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*^J^O YOU want U> learn of the opportunities there are in the West for a plain 
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you want to lay by a little, so that you will be independent in old age? Do 
you want to hear all about the Government Irrigation and Reclamation projects? 
Do you want accurate information about the opportunities to be found in such 
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fruit growing, mining, salmon fishing, and other such industries? If you want 
reliable, accurate and conservative information on these subjects, send $1.00 for a 
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$1500 A YEAR FOR LIFE 

Five shares in the frreat commercial rubber orchard of the Conservative Rubber 

Production Company should, at maturity, yield you a sure and certain income of $1500 

a year. No large cash payment down is required to secure them as they can be paid 

for as follows: $25.00 a month for the first year; $20.00 a month for the second year; 

$15.00 a month for the four succeeding years; then $20.00 a month the last year 

—making $1500 in seven years which covers the entire cost. 

One or more shares are sold at a proportional rate. 

The income derived from trees during the seven-year, development period should 
average 25% on the money invested ; then $1500 a year for life. This most conservative 
estimate is based upon government reports of the United States and Great Britain, 
the moat reliable sources of information in the world. 
On our splendid estate of 12,000 acres in Tropical Mexico, we are changing the production of 
crude rubber from the primitive and destructive methods hitherto employed by the natives to 
the most scientific and successful plan known to modern forestry, and under Anglo-Saxon sup- 
ervision. 

There is nothing speculative about crude rubber. It can be Bold every day in the year in 
any market in the world at a price that haw been Bteadily increasing for years. For a quarter 
of a century the world's supply has been spoken for months before it reached the civilized 
market. The price has doubled in a decade, and the question of future supply is of vast mo- 
ment and can only be solved by the scientific cultivation of the rubber tree. 

We are now engaged in this new and immensely profitable industry on a large scale, and the 
unusual opportunity is open to you to secure shares in our plantation. Each share represents 
an undivided interest in all our land— 6000 acres of which is being planted to rubber, and what 
has already been accomplished assures the suocess of the enterprise. 

Every possible safeguard surrounds the investor. These safeguards are embodied in the con- 
tracts which provide that you are to pay no taxes, no salaries, no fines or assessments, and pay- 
ments will be suspended for three months without prejudice and may be made up at any time 
during the seven years. 

Our literature gives conclusive facts, logical figures, and definite reference as to our integ- 
rity and responsibility, and proves that our proposition is bona fide, safe and enormously pro- 
fitable Such an investment insures the absolute safety of your future and comfort in old age. 
Our booklet "Money Makins Opportunities of Mexico," proves that our statements are 
absolutely correct. The Company is divided Into only 6,000 Bhares which are being rapidly taken— over 900 people having 
already become associated with us. 

Write to us and we will furnish you with facts that will put you in close touch with every detail of our plan. 
Our literature is Sent Free, and every request for it will receive immediate attention. Write for it today. 

Conservative Rubber Production Company, 

610 Monadock Building, San Francisco, California. 




One of our fifteen- 
months old trees. 



INCORPORATE IN ARIZONA 

THE General Corporations Laws of Arizona are UNEQUALED in LIBERALITY, No franchise tax. Private property of stock- 
holders exempt from all corporate debts. LOWEST COST. Capitalization unlimited. Any kind of stock may be issued and 
made full-paid and non-assessable (we furnish proper forms). Do business, keep books and hold meetings anywhere. No public 
statements to be made. Organization tasily effected when our forms are used. "RED BOOK ON ARIZONA CORPORATIONS" gives 
full particulars — free to our clients, also By-Laws and complete legal advice. No trouble to answer questions. Write or wire today. 
THE INCORPORATING COMPANY OF ARIZONA, Box 277-F, PHOENIX, ARIZONA 
REFERENCES : Phoenix National Bank ; Hbme Savings Bank 4 Trust Co. 




A $1200 Cottage 

PLANS of this beautiful cottage only 
$12.00. Full set of working drawings and 
specifications prepaid. Send 50 cents for 
portfolio of half-tones and floor plans of 
low cost homes. 

KNAPP & WEST, Architects 

Dipt. P, SEATTLE, WASH. 





THE VALUE 
OF 



$4,020,000,000.00 

OREGON TIMBER 



WAITING TO 
BE CUT 



This is a conservative estimate, by an expert, of the value of standing timber in Oregon. The demand for 
Oregon lumber is tremendous, from all parts of the world. The development of the lumber industry in 
Oregon is only in its infancy. Operating companies are constantly being formed and there are excellent oppor- 
tunities for investing small amounts, as well as large, where they will yield the largest possible dividends to 
the investors. Timber is visible and profit-yielding security. For reliable information, address 

FRED A. KRIBS, Chamber of Commerce Building, PORTLAND, OREGON 



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SJF1 dND PROFITABLE 

'NVESTMENI 

The ever bCMMiM demand for Telephones, 

both in the litics, towns and rural 

district makes 

Telephone Bonds 

a safe and profitable investment. We offer 

subject to prior sale the 6 per cent 20-year 

first mortgage Gold Bonds of 

The Interstate Telephone Co., Ltd. 
of Spokane, Washington 

rontrolling a telephone system which ex- 
ihroughout the Couer d' Alenc Min- 
ing District (the richest Mining District in 
the Northwest) and laegrcatPatooseA^raniltaTal District rn- 



do. rursl Sasaki i. ..I Hi.l^tun papulation tHW pa) 

idly and the desxans 1 lot Telephones will increase accordingly. 

Better than a Savings Bank 

Interest payable semi-annually at any bank in 
the Northwest. 

For complete information and temu address or call on 

WALKER, SIMMONS & CO. 

Ml Coach Building 

Portland, Oregon 



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f banquet re 

WALNUT 
VROOMAN STRAINcTRLL 
' HARDY BLIGHT ft£ ^1 5T1 WC* i 
"LARS . AMItU 

CROPPCR. LARGEST AND 

^ST TLAVOREO l** 



Are Yoi Goiif to Plant Walnuts? ^-■K^i}. ,ro !i" , 3S 

<ome famous for PM«lu<itiK tho Hh.s 1 flavored. 

v.ilnuta ■ the United 

Kt.tr- it uamHHll lli.it. lanled. 

Thr Franqoette la thi< Hardiest, thr moat Productive thr 

i form and thr Best in Quality. Write forour pamphlet. 

A dders. Pent. P. M.. Oregon NureefT Oo~ > *■ 

Human=Talker 

is the registered name of my f enuine 
Mexican Double Yellow Heads 
the only Parrot in existence which imi- 
tales the human yoke to perfection and 
learni to talk and etaf like a person. 
Toong. tame, bandraierd. neat-birds. 

Sll.ltl it; l i l cm 
•use. July. Aiiiii-i 9IU 
Each Parrot told with a written guar- 
snlee to talk. Sent by express anywhere 
in the V. t. or Canada. 
Chewtper satieties from $3.30 up 
Oat sf I rsxatass Satan Ittkn ■ lot 
Msxie is the finest talker snd linger I hsve Swat heard. He talks 
everything . You can carry on a conversation with him. He ting, 
the words of the chorus of a great number of songs. I could write 
s book of sll he says, esc Mux. Katie Zahm. Newark. O. 
Write lor booklet, testimonials and illustrated catalog, etc.. free. 
1. 1. I»l I It lllltli < <>.. Dean*. M, tenawnwaw >.l.r..-ko 
l^trissSstslorSealntailcirdOTmrd House m the world. Est IMS 




THE CEMENT AGE 

TOTAL PRODUCTION OP PORTLAND CEMENT IN THE UNITED STATES 
1890 385,500 BarreU 

1895 990,000 Barrels 

1900—8,400,000 Barrels 

1905-35,000,000 Barrels 



IS 

HERE 



CEMENT BONDS 



OFFER A SAFE. SOUND AND 

PROFITABLE INVESTMENT 



We offer, subject to prior sale, 
the six per cent forty-year Gold Bonds of the 

San Juan Portland Cement Co. 

Cement Mill located at San Juan, San Benito County, California. 

Capacity, 2,000 barrel* per day of the HIGHEST GRADE CEMENT. 

We shall be pleased to quote prices and terms on the Bonds upon application. 

BROWN, WIUON (H. CO., WALKER, SIMMONS OX CO. 

Crocker Blcatf., {an Franc. aco. Cal. 601 Couch Bldrf., Portland, Ore. 



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CATCHING WHALES 

FOR PROFIT 

The average size -whale is worth $1200.00. Cost or manufacturing into 
several products $500.00; leaving a net profit on each whale of $700.00. 

Our Whaling Station will have a capacity of 5 whales per day. Record of 
whaling station flow in operation 42 whales captured in one •week. The supply 
is inexhaustible. Every portion of the "whale is turned into a marketable product. 

A Company has been organized to carry on ■whaling in virgin waters. 
\Vnte today for full details. 

The Whale Products Company 

Pier 2, Seattle, Washington 




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15 WORTH A LIFETIME 
OF LABOR 





home err ice 

ALASKA BUHDINC 
SEATTLE 

MR. INVESTOR wrra $100 

OU ARE THE MAN with whom we wiah to talk; 
you nave something to invest, you -want to invest it 
where it will bring you the largest profits. You, how- 
ever, know that $100 or even $500 is not sufficient cap- 
ital to make you a fortune, it you depend on interest rates. 
People don't Jet wealth by hard work. PINCHING 

AND SAVING IS NOT THE WAY. Yet if $100 to $1,000 

placed in the safest of all investments — SEATTLE REAL ESTATE 
— where Values have a habit of doubling over night, there i* a positive 
assurance of its reaping for you an immense percentage of profit. We 
have managed and placed small investments for a great number of men 
and women, and have made them from 100 to 1,000 per cent, profit in 
the past three years, which have placed them upon the scale of practical 
affluence. 

GROUND FLOOR 8KATTI.B RKAL HSTATK PROPOSITION. 
A syndicate U now bring formed to handle the beat pieces of unplatted Seattle Real Katate 
obtainable. 

nam WIU. BK enormous— it is a strictly ground floor proposition. 

To secure an Interest in Thia nimk Money Maker, Immediate Action ia Nrcraaary. 

• tmenta may be made in unila <•( fi-jo, and In suma ranging from $100 to $1,000. Pay- 
I 00 aame may be made iu four equal monthly installments. 

gW - till' HERI -OJJTJ. 

.1907. 

HIM. I |[- II \*-l I.TIM 1 I).. 

Alii.k.i HiilHllna. aaaawtfckj Waah. 
Flour enirr my onler and name 1 wonk of •karri ia Ike Real 

Eatalr Syndicate wklrk roa are aow orraatxlaf . Had rarloard • 

•• Kr.i Mr»"l I aadenraaa' thai my money will ke rrnraea If I am not lolly 

cofit laera ikai h ia aa naauiilii of lac inaaaral rkararwr aant will arore r.NOR- 

HOI MY proatakie. 

Oppori unify for not Saraea 

over 100 investors. 

Join ua to-day. A^lrrM 



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R. G. Dunn & Co. 



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CATCHING WHALES 

FOR PROFIT 

The average size whale is worth $1200.00. Cost or manufacturing into 
several products $500.00; leaving a net profit on each whale or $700.00. 

Our >V haling Station -will have a capacity or 5 whales per day. Record or 
whaling station How in operation 42 whales captured in one -week. The supply 
is inexhaustible. Every portion of the -whale is turned into a marketable product. 

A Company has been organized to carry on -whaling in virgin waters. 
AiVnte today for full details. 

The Whale Products Company 

Pier 2, Seattle, Washington 




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ONE GGDD INVESTMENT 
15 WORTH A LIFETIME 
OF LABOR 





noniorfK.1 

ALASKA BUUDINC 
SEATTIC 

MR. INVESTOR wmi $100 

OU ARE THE MAN with wbom we wish to talk; 
you nave something to invest, you want to invest it 
where it -will bring you the largest profits. You, how- 
ever, know that $100 or even $500 is not sufficient cap- 
ital to make you a fortune, it you depend on interest rates. 
People don't get wealth by hard work. PINCHING 

AND SAVING IS NOT THE WAY. Yet if $100 to $1,000 

placed in the safest of all investments — SEATTLE REAL ESTATE 
--'where Values have a habit of doubling over night, there is a positive 
assurance of its reaping for you an immense percentage of profit. ^/e 
have managed and placed small investments for a great number of men 
and women, and have made them from 100 to 1,000 per cent, profit in 
the past three years, 'which have placed them upon the scale of practical 

affluence. 

GROUND FLOOR SEATTLE REAL ESTATE PROPOSITION. 
A syndicate Is now bring formed to handle the be»t pieces of unplatted Seattle Real Estate 
obtainable. 

PROFIT WII.I. BK KNORMOUB— IT IS A STRICTLY GROUND FLOOR PROPOSITION. 

To secure an Interest in Thin unuk Money Maker, Immediate Action ia Necessary. 

Investments may be made in units of $100, and in sum* ranging from $100 to $1,000. Pay. 
m. tin on same may be made in four equal monthly installments. 

IW - CUP HERB -f»i 



REFERENCES. 

UraJstrtit 

R. G. Dunn & Co. 



.1907. 



Kim. I 11. II \«-l 1 1 IM 1 <>.. 

Ahi.k.i ll.ill.llnr. Hrtttllr. Wash. 

Plraar ran mjr order urf rnrnrl wortk <A ikarei la tke Real 

base Svndlcstt wkicb voa are aow onaahrlat. FlaS racfcnrd S 

as fint pavawat. I aadenawS that air awacy will be rerarse* II I am 001 fally 
comiiwrd ikii h it aa ea u r pfk u af tke toeaSew ckaraetrr sad will prove r.NOR- 

V prnSiable. 
Opportunity for not 
over 1 00 investors. 
Join us to-dsy. 



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THE STRONGEST 

COPPER BELT IN 

ALL THE WORLD IS 

KNOWN AS THE 

SEVEN 

DEVILS 

DISTRICT 



FIRST OFFERING OF FIDELITY STOCK 

For the first time since the FIDELITY COPPER COMPANY 
received the gold medal for the world's best sample of copper 
ore at the Lewis & Clark Centennial Exposition, the stock of 
that company is offered for sale at TEN CENTS per share. 
THE SEVEN DEVILS DISTRICT, in which these properties 
are located, is recognized by leading mining engineers as the 
strongest copper belt in the world. Send to us for prospectus, 
telling of the district and the FIDELITY COPPER COM- 
PANY'S properties. Sent FREE. 



The Fidelity Copper Company 

owns 17 claims, free from all indebtedness. One en- 
gineer states: "When your mine is opened, it will 
direct the eyes of the world to the SEVEN DEVILS 
DISTRICT." Another states: "I And sufficient 
glance and bornite to warrant shipment in the near 
future." Another statement: "One lode, 16 feet long, 
can be traced several thousand feet." Another state- 
ment: "I firmly believe, that by judicious sorting, this 
ore would do to ship right from the surface." One tunnel, 
240 feet long, with 8 or 10 open cuts, varying from 10 to 25 
feet in length, comprises the developement. Contracts have 
just been let for 1,500 feet more of tunnel. Railroad building 
within three-quarters of a mile. Plenty of timber and water. 
Stock purchased now will be worth par when the road is com- 
peted. For prospectus and complete information, address 

Commonwealth Trust Company 

Fiscal Agents 

Commonwealth Building, Portland, Oregon 




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Business Bulletin 
of the West 



REAL ESTATE 

CALIFORNIA 



A FARMER IN REAL KSTATK. Frank C. 
rim: Stock, (train, fruit, truck, vlm- 
utral and Northern California; with 
m ulilmut irrigation. 6 to 60.000-acre tract-; J6 
to ll-'B p.r acre. Stock and grain ranches a spe- 
cialty. Give customers benefit of my 19 years' 
• nee in California farming. Write. 60s 
Chamber of Commerce Bldg.. Los Angeles, Cal. 

RICH O RAPE. FRUIT AND ALFALFA 

land, stuck ranches and dairy furms. We can 

' and most productive lands 

itrml or Southern Cal fornla at prices and 

that will please you, 5 acres to 6,000. 

Whether you are a homeseeker or an Inv 

rice la of value to you. Worthlng- 
8amt> .amt»T of Commerce, 

< ; II a Cal. St.. Stockton. Cal. 

FOR SALE — SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA 

lands, cattle, grain, fruit, dairy and poultry 

ranches. In the artesian belt. Abundance of 

water. Address Wright Investment Co.. A W. 

t. Mgr.. ISO Wilcox Bldg., Los Angeles. 

TOUR OPPORTUNITY. MR. INVESTOR, 
to make large profits on a small Investment 
is offered by the famous Gold Bar Dredging 
Co We own rich gold claims seven miles 
from i •hlri). Hutte County, Cal. Dredge In op- 
eration in 30 days. Small block of stock at 
■ r share. Write for particulars. Gold 
Bar Dredging Company, Grosse building, Los 
^■bs. 

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA— IF YOU WANT 
rmatlon, ask us questions, and write 
:' ADV. CO., Los Angeles, Cal. 

OWN A SEASIDE HOME NEAR SAN 

FRANCISCO Lots in Farallone City are on 

•Mich and near beautiful Mount Montara. 

is mi more desirable pluce for a home 

Ifornla. <>n the new Ocean Shore 

nl. within 30 minutes of Cltj 

San Frnnclsro. Ileaiitiful lots (30x100) with 

1 walks, graded streets, water and sewer 

mains, for a short time at f I 12.25 

for a reservation before prices advance. Terms 

st: no taxes. C. M. 

. San Francisco. 

A" PLAN OF HOME8ECUR1NO — popu- 
lation crenl tifth II >me- 
■^■^Brs' Club. Write for large Illustrated 
booklet ghoul this Important subject. Csll- 
Extenslon Association, 175 
^^Ber_i 

IDAHO 



Ft IB 8A1 

- irlng fr*: 

! .ilk l.l.i 



SPLENDID 30- 

miles from live 

for nursery. C. B. 

Idaho 



MINING 



HAVE MADE MONEY IN MINING. 

.n make monev fur you. We have Just 

want; terms to suit. Write for 

-ter Brothers' Svndlcate, 217 

■ ; l.l« . Los Angeles. C ■! 



BUSINESS OPPORTUNITIES 

COPPER! COPPER: COPPER! If interested 
send 4c in stamps for Standard Copper Newa. 
Complete engineers' reports, maps, assays, etc.. 
of the Jerome Verde Copper Co.. adjoining Sen- 
ator Clark's great United Verde. The stock is 
guaranteed. Address The General Securities Co.. 
Suite 308 Pacific Electric Bldg.. Los Angeles. 

GENERAL HOTEL BROKERAGE— Hotels 
from 13,000 to 125,000 bought, sold, leased or 
exchanged. Hotel stocks for sale. Sanitariums, 
country villa homes and cottages for sale In 
all parts of the I". S. Write us for lists. Bab- 
.... k Investment Co., B10 Granger Bldg., San 
Diego, Cal. 



HELP WANTED 



COPY OF OPPORTUNITIES .1. scribing BOO 
open positions, free. If you write us today, 
staling age. experience, etc. Offices In 12 
cities. Hapgood s, :in:.-:ui7 Broa dway. N. V. 

MEN AND HOYS TO LEARN PLUMBING. 
Bricklaying, Plastering and Electrical Trades. 
Positions secured. Free catalogue. Coyne Trade 
Schools. New York. San Francisco a nd Chicago. 

WANTED— SOLICITORS, FRATERNAL IN- 
surani • ■ ll.r and safest plan offend. 

Sick and accident benefits, old age and life. Ad- 
mits both >tabllshed thlrti-en years. 
M. A. Griffin. Lankcrshlm Bldg.. Ljb Angeles. 

WANTED— EITHER MEN OR WOMEN 
with good references and some capital to take 
hold of state right to a patented and copyrighted 
nrtlcle; quick, easy seller, big profits : very light 
work. Adilr. si I'. C Epperson, B04-6 Bvrne 
Bldg.. \s>* Ang.-N s. c.l 

SCENIC PHOTOS 



SIX MAGNIf 
Shasta, Adams. I 
six grand Columl 
nal photos, posts 
negatives: either 
A of exclusive p 
cry, all slz 

■ V-ishlm 



ST VIEWS— Ml. Hood, 
lelens. Rainier, Baker: or 
rigi- 
B. artistic, from exclusive 
ostpald 25c. Ask for List 
» Pacific Northwest - 
ntern slides. Riser Photo 
street. Portland. Or. 

HEAI'TI! I-' PHOTOGRAPHIC 

• .DICTIONS. Over tlilrt . lews, 

exnulsltely tinted in sepia. Most beautiful 
collection. Postpaid onlv C. Wood- 

worth, Box It c.:.<;. I'ortl nid. <>r 

SOUVENIR PosT CARDS 



POST CARD BARGAINS — WHOLESALE 
sample sets at 10c 25c or I 

fornla Msstons. Marines, etc.. In color. Frisco 
and ofter") llthotone views free 
with 25c orders and up. Cards made up from 
vour own photos, 15 (samples for stamp). 
•■Woods - " (Inc.), Lo» Ansjitsg> Cal 

" EVERYTHING IN POST CARDS -Imported 
ond domestic: largest stock and variety 
made to order; lowest prices: wholesale only. 
International Post Card Co.. Port ' 

if CARDS AT WHOLE* t "our 

prices on Imported colored post cards made from 
your own photos In lots of 1000 or more. Sam- 
ples on request. Newman Post Cord Co.. Im- 
porters. 115 W. 7th St.. I.os A- - ' 



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PRINTING 


SPORTING GOODS 


1,000 NICELY PRINTED BUSINESS CARDS 
$1.50 P. O. B. Los Angeles, in convenient boxes. 
Other printing in proportion. Samples of cards, 
etc., free on request. E. J. Elson Co., 121 % So. 
B'dway, Los Angeles. 


KHAKI AND CORDUROY SUITS TO MEAS- 
URE FOR MEN AND WOMEN, auto suits, 
tents, cots, hammocks, camp bedding, sleeping 
bags, laced boots, storm clothing, standard guns 
and ammunition, fishing tackle, dog supplies, 
marine goods, fishing net; 10 ill. catalogs free. 
The Wm. H. Hoegce Co., Inc.. Los Angejes. 

BOATMEN'S SUPPLIES— ROWBOATS, CA- 
noes, fittings, row locks, lanterns, life pre- 
servers, bells, gongs, whistles, anything you 
want for your boat or launch. If you's broke 
down," see our repair department, and get fixed 
up. Reierson Machinery Co., 182-4-6 Morrison 


THEATRICAL 


LADIES AND GENTLEMEN — CLEVER 
amateurs interested in theatrical tours and 
at liberty to travel, please call at once and 
register name and address. More positions 
than we can supply. No fee required. Call or 
write. Percy Oblein, Garrick Institute, 11 and 
12, over Belasco Theater, Los Angeles, Cal. 


ART WORKS 


street, Portland, Or. 


COLLECTION AGENCIES 


SUNTAN ART SKINS are the best. Thirty 


different shades. Full size mailed for $1.25 
each. Catalogue of leather draperies and pillow 
covers on request. Leather Grille & Drapery 
Co.. 700 Spring St., Los Angeles. 


NO FEE WITHOUT SUCCESS. Bad debts col- 
lected, estates managed. Free consultation re- 
garding marriage or divorce laws, damage suits 
or litigation of any kind. L. A. Law & Collec- 


FOR THE HOUSEHOLD 


tion Co., Suite 516 Grant Block, Los Angeles. 


ABSOLUTELY PURE CALIFORNIA HONEY 


ASSAYERS 


direct from producer, shipped, freight prepaid 
to any part of the U. S., in lots of not less than 
one case (120 lbs.) at 10c per pound. I ship 
water white sage honey, as it is considered the 
best honey produced. Cash with order. Address 
H. J. Mercer, 721 E. 3d St., Los Angeles, Cal 
Reference. 1st Natl. Bank of Los Angeles. 


PROSPECTORS MAKE THEIR OWN AS- 
SAYS in the field with Pritchard's chemical pro- 
cesses. Something new, portable and a demon- 
strated success. Write or see L. M. Pritchard, 
409 No. Main St., Los Angeles. 


OSTRICH PLUMES 


SILKS 


THE BENTLEY OSTRICH FARM— The 


SILKS — Summer Silks, yard wide; all colors, 
plain and figured; direct from factory to you. 
Send for samples. Los Angeles Silk Works, 
511 South Broadway, Los Angeles. Cal. 

MAILING LISTS 


original ostrich farm 01 America. Established 
1S83. High grade ostrich plumes from $1.00 
up. Mail orders a specialty. Price list mailed 
free. Address Bentley Ostrich Farm, San 
Diego, Cal. 


JEWELRY 


EXTEND YOUR BUSINESS ACQUAINT- 
ance to Montana and North Dakota. Good, 
live, prosperous people live here. It will pay 
you to know them. We can furnish you the 
names and addresses of the taxpayers of Mon- 
tana and North Dakota counties. Our lists 
are new and reliable. Write us concerning a 
typewritten copy. Northwestern Directory 
Co.. Miles block, Miles Citv. Montana. 


SENT FREE TO INTENDING BUYERS— 
Our new catalogue 500 pages, 30,000 engrav- 
ings, 100,000 items, jewelry, diamonds, watches, 
silverware, clocks, optical and musical goods, 
etc. Lowest prices on record. Fine pianos, 
guaranteed ten years, only $139.50. Write to- 
day for the big book of the foremost concern 
of its kind in the world. S. F. MYERS CO., 
47-49 Maiden Lane, Desk Y, New York. 

CALIFORNIA GEMS — SEND FOR PRICE 
list. Native stones of California, moonstones, 
tourmalines, hyacinth, turquoise, agates, jaspers, 
etc., direct from miners and cutters to you. 
Western Gem Co., 725 So. Broadway, Los An- 
geles, Cal. 


PATENTS 


PATENTS. "Trademarks Registered." Book 
for inventors sent on request; strictly profes- 
sional service. Beeler & Robb, patent law- 
yers, 73-75 Baltic building, Washington, D. C. 

INCORPORATIONS 


INCORPORATE UNDER ARIZONA LAWS. 


AUTHORS 


Most liberal. No tax. Expense small. Mem- 
bers exempt from corporate debts. Hold 
meetings and transact business anywhere. 
See advertisement page H of advertising section 
for full particulars. Southwestern Securities 
& Investment Co.. Phoenix, Ariz. 


BECOME A SUCCESSFUL AUTHOR. 
Through correspondence we train you and se- 
cure you a literary reputation. Request bul- 
letin. Western School of Journalism, Dept. 
F, Bee Bldg., Omaha, Neb. 


CHINA PHEASANTS 


ARIZONA CORPORATIONS The corpora- 


tion laws of Arizona are the most liberal, re- 
liable and best In the world for men who 
want to do a corporate business. For full in- 
formation, blank forms, by-laws and com- 
plete set of incorporation laws, write The 
Akers Incorporating Trust Co., Phoenix, Ariz. 


"OREGON'S FAMOUS CHINA PHEAS- 
ANTS, $7.50 per pair; golden pheasants, $10 
per pair. Easily raised and more profitable 
than chickens. Order now for fall delivery. 
Simpson's Pheasant Farm, Box M, Corvallis, 
Oregon." 


References, any bank in Phoenix. 


FOUNTAIN PENS 


ENGINES 


STANDARD FOUNTAIN PEN WITH 14K 


MARINE ENGINES AT BARGAIN PRICES 
We are making special discounts in order to 
introduce our engines on the West Coast. 


rolled gold plated pen, 50c; none better; with 
each pen three half-pints of Standard Ink, 
black, violet or red, delivered. The Standard 
Companv. Little Falls. N. Y. 


ments. Catalog free. Write Northwestern 


FUNERAL DIRECTORS 




J. P FINLEY & SON, 261 AND 263 3D ST., 
COR. MADISON, PORTLAND, ORE., have the 
most modern and completely arranged funeral 
parlors on Coast. Lady attendant when desired. 


RACINE BOATS— Any kind of water craft you want. 
Natty, speedy, seaworthy. Write for our catalocr or visit 
our Seattle Branch, 321 Fiist Ave. south. Racine Boat 
Manufarturine: Co.. Box 50:1. Muskesron, Mich. 



Have Yon Anything to Sell to 300,000 Western Readers 

Rate for 4 lines (smallest accepted), 75 cents per line, $3.00 perissue. Each additional line up to i2lines (larges 
accepted), 50 cents per line. ., , ,* 

Thus a five line advertisement wilt cost $3.59 per issue six lines $4.00 per issue, twelve lines (largest accepted) 
$7.00 per issue. 

Ten per cent discount for six consecutive insertions. 

Bills payable monthly in advance on receipt of invoice. ... 

Always allow not more than eight words to the line and all of the last line for name ami aacraw. 



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Water Frontage 



On the Fraser 
River at. 



New Westminster 



! have for sale MO feet deep water frontage with five acres of land. Splendid site for wharves. Klectric 

it line baildinff at rear of this property (trine dinet shipping facilities with C. P. R. and Great Northern 

iyjL lUspraoarty ii highly MiitaMo for coal, wood and building supply yards or for manufacturing sit.-.. 

mi a level \> i tli elevated portion of city all Ktitp grades are avoided. Several sites nearby are held by lnnil>er 

companies for proposed wills. This tine site i- ju-.t out side t lie City limits and therefore taxes are very low. 

Price lor the 230 test of waterfront Including fix acnt ol high and dry building silt only 14.000.00 Write lor termi. 

New Westminster offers good opening for sawmills, woolen mills, boot, 
and shoe factory and flour mills. Write for Kerr's Real Estate Review. 

W. J. KERR, P. O. Box 377, New Westminster, B. C. 

Itrfrrriit «• ; < tiimillun Bank of (oiiui. .■[-»••• 




Our of Our U-iach W 



ALFALFA FOR PROFIT 

We are owner* of several thousand acre* of water-bearing 
alfalfa, walnut and orange land, located in Southern California near 
Lot Angeles. On this land we have developed water and are selling 
in tracts of from 10 acres and up, with water developed, at prices 
from $100 to fijo per acre. Terms, one-quarter cash and balance 
easy terms. This land will produce seven crops of alfalfa per year, 
and from iH to a tons per cutting, per acre. Alfalfa sells from $10 
per tpn and up, on the ground. Only one mile from market, schools 
and churches. This is your opportunity to purchase a home and a 
competency on your own terms. See or write 

F. W. STEARNS & CO. 

129', E. FIRST STREET LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA 



HIGH GRADE HELP WANTED 

^/e nave good openings for several experienced men to act as District Circulation 
J^lanagtrt, men •who can show clean records and demonstrate their ability. 1 his is an 
excellent opportunity to become connected with a live company and the fastest growing 
publication in the V/est, the magazine tkat tbe entire country is talking about. 
Address, giving names of at least three former employers or prominent business men 

as references. 

Agcnc, rD.pt.. PACIFIC MONTHLY PUBLISHING CO. Prtwor.. 



la ted. 



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Overlooking the Willamette Valley from 

EUGENE, OREGON 

The City of Opportunities 



T 



HE above picture is overlooking the rich Willamette Valley, ■where grow the finest 
Fruits, Hops, Vegetables, Grains and Grasses known to the world. Lane County 
took first prize in Wool, Grains and Grasses at Philadelphia in 1876, New Orleans 
1884, Chicago 1893 and various medals of award at St. Louis 1904 and Portland 1905. 

The Farmers' Paradise. Lane County is truly the farmers' paradise, being located 
in one of the most equable climates in the world; no heat, no cold, no cyclones, no earth- 
quakes, a mild even temperature where crop failures are unknown and where stock feeds on 
green grass the whole year. 

Dairying and Poultry Raising are fast becoming two of the most profitable industries of 
Lane County. Butter 35 cents per pound, milk 20 cents per gallon, cheese 20 cents per pound, 
eggs 20 cents per dozen, poultry 12 cents per pound. The nearness of Eugene to foreign 
markets, in addition to the very heavy local market among the large lumber, milling and 
mining camps, keeps all dairy and poultry products at high prices. 

Fruit. Raking and Truck Gardening. Apples, Prunes, Cherries, Pears, Peaches, Ber- 
ries, Potatoes, Cabbage, Celery, Asparagus and all other kinds of fruits and vegetables grow 
luxuriantly in our deep rich soil, and with proper care can be made to produce a profit o» 
$200 to $ 1,000 per acre. 

Timber for the Lumber Manufacturer or Capitalist. Lane County, of which Eugene 
is the county seat, has the largest amount of standing timber (Government estimate) of any 
county in the United States, 34 billion feet. Think of that, Mr. Investor, doesn't that mean 
"money in the country." 

For full information and free illustrated booklet write 

THE MERCHANTS PROTECTIVE ASSOCIATION 

EUGENE. OREGON 



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Coolidge, Washington 

THE NEW IRRIGATION DISTRICT ESPECIALLY 
ADAPTED TO CONTROL THE EARLY MARKET 



A SIGHTLY situation on the Columbia 
Riyer, in Benton County, 185 miles 
above Portland. 

814 days of sunshine yearly. 

Productive soil, ample water supply, 
exemption from frost, and a forward season. 
Location less than 300 feet above sea level. 

The Portland & Seattle Railway, now 
completing its construction from Spokane to 
Portland, passes through this tract, and 
Coolidge Station will be u|)on its water front. 



FOR DETAILS, ADDRESS 

THE DRUMHELLER DEVELOPMENT COMPANY 

124 WAIL STRECT, SPOKANE, WASHINGTON 

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WE OPERATE MINES 




><-*».- *- 



Mouth of East Snowstorm Tunnel. A Proved Mine. 



We furnish a monthly Progress Report to all Shareholders 



Write for a copy of our Miner's Scrap Book. It's free for the asking 



You'll like our plan of Square Deal Mining 



X. C. E. MITCHELL CO., Miners 

Home Office: 300-323 Columbia Building 

SPOKANE, WASH. 



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/Xv/'/^y will quench your thirst, put vim and go into your 
ISmcm tired brain and body. 

COOLING— REFRESHING— THIRST QUENCHING 

Guaranteed under the Pure Food and Drugs Act, June 30th, 1906. Serial number 3324. 
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c: 



Carpet Sweepers Are— 

almost absolutely essential in sweeping 
' the sick room, convenient in sweeping ] 
r up the crumbs around the dining-room 
table, or in sweeping up the ashes in j 
the smoking-room— while nothingpicks j 
up the clippings, threads, etc., from 
about the sewing-room as quickly and 
easily. 

Then, too, as an investment, a Bissell' s 
costs less than 2 cents a month, and 
will save many times this every month 
in carpets, time, labor, besides saving 
human energy, preservingthehealth. 
Buy a Bissell 'Cyco"-Bearing Sweeper 
now of your dealer, send us the purchase 
slip within one week and we will send 
you FREE a fine quality card case i 
with no printing on it. 

Bissell Carpet Sweeper Co. d 

Dept. 118 
GRAND RAPIDS, MICH. 

(Largest and only exclusive 
manufacturers of carpet 
sweepers in tbe 
world. ) 



BLIND-I CURE YOU 

Right in your own home a id without the knife, you 
can treat yourself in a wonderfully simple way, for the 
most serious eye troubles known, from sore eyes to cat- 
aracts. My highly illustrated Eye Book, worth $1.(10, 
tells you how to doit, besides telling you many things you 
ought to know and which doctors rarely tell their patients. 
This great Eye Book is ABSOLUTELY FREE to you. 




My "Natural Method" treatment has cured hundreds 
of the worst cases. If you can appreciate a real, gen- 
uine cure, send for this FREE Eye Book, today. Dr. 
Oren Oneal, 1276 North American Bldg., Chicago, 111 . 

JUSTTO GET ACQUAINTED 

SEND 15 CENTS IN STAMPS for two late issues of 
The Pacific Monthly, the 'Best in the West." Address 
THE PACIFIC MONTHLY, Portland, Oregon 



SHIRT WAIST, 99c 

Do You Embroider? 
To advertise our shirt 
waist patterns, we will 
send to any address 
this handsome shirt 
waist pattern, 
stampedfor shadow 
embroidery, com- 
plete with floss for 
working and lesson 
showing how to do 
the work, all for 99c. 
IMPORT ANT-If you wish 
yourparcelsentby registered 
mail, enclose 8c extra. 

382 Washington Street 
PORTLAND, OREGON 




THE NEEDLECRAET SHOP 



Buy a FIVE ACRE ORANGE GROVE 

At RIALTO, CALIFORNIA 

^ 1 t\(\(\ S'785 DOWN and $17.65 PER fc 1 CfMl 
9IVUU MONTH UNTIL PAID *' JUU 

NO TAXES. NO INTEREST 

Write for our Free Booklet 

CALIFORNIA ORANGES 

We put Deed in Escrow and properly 
care for the Grove until it is paid for. 

California Fruit Growers Ass'n 

General Offices: 219, 239 H. W. Hellman Bldg. 
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 



COUNTERFEIT MONEY 



CVS not popular among honest 
<3> people. Counterfeit goods 
are even worse, since they are 
apt to prove harmful to the user. 
When you wish to purchase 
something that you have seen 
advertised in The Pacific Monthly, 
don't let the salesmen give you 
something "just as good." The 
"just as good" things are coun- 
terfeits, which should be shun- 
ned as you shun counterfeit 
money. Insist on getting what 
you ask for. 



The ^widely advertised goods have a qual- 
ity to maintain and a reputation to sustain. 



GET THE GENUINE 



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IF YOU HAVE NOT YET WRITTEN FOR OUR BOOKLET DESCRIPTIVE OF 

ENSENADA BAY 



DO IT TODAY 



"Tfii Most 
Beautiful 
Bay on the 

i/k 

Coait ' ' 
('.lima tie 

C.'jn.litiuHl 
anj 



t ftt-'/Uti/e./ 
Anywhtrt 




Thirty Years 
ago 

Los Alleles 

LooteJ lite 

Ensenada 

DOES 
TODAY 



Hhi'wm* part of th«» City of Knar&ada aad a ranter of the Bay. 

LOTS $15 $5 DOWN, $5 in 3 and $5 in 6 MONTHS 

An Mrally located piece of hi^h mesa property, gently sloping to, and fronting on this magnificent bay, htf 

ju»t been sub-divided into residence lots, l&uclOO, which are now offered for aale at the above prices. A clunute 

said by old travelers to be the finest in the world. Hot springs, excellent boating- bathing, fishing and the 

nail game shooting found in the Wei, combine to make ENSKNADA BAY an ideal place to spend 

your vacation— either summer or winter. 

Why Not Own Your Lot? You Can Use It Some Day. Lots Sold In Pairs. 

Write um f..r ui*im ami full particular*. Make a reservation by mall. \W will wn.l joo Immediately a oompMe 
deeertptloaof the property, after reading- which you can tend your deposit. 

J. D. CAMERON CO. or EDWIN G. HART & CO. 

AGENTS wanted 726 Hcllman Bldg., Los Angeles, Cal. 

MaSStuT* L>« AngeitM Keally Board and California State Realty Federation. 



$2,500 PER YEAR 

ALL TIIK BBBT OF YOUR LIKE 

IX RETURN FOB $2,500 INVESTED NOW 

IS THK OPPORTUNITY OFFERED IN TIIK 

WENATCHEE VALLEY 

Don't take our word for it. We will give you the testimony of 
rerideat fruit-growers to prove that 

ANYBODY CAN DO AS WELL 

Tin- majority have done much better 

INQUIRE NOW 

When our land is sold then will be no more land in Wcnatchee 
Valley to be put under irrigation. 

EAST WENATCHEE LAND CO. 

WENATCHEE, WASH. 



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Birdseye view San Juan and San Carlos Valleys, Costa Eica. 

GOVERNMENT REPORTS show this land will pay $400.00 to $1,000.00 per acre 
annually from rubber groves. 

It is now selling at $15.00 per acre; one-tenth cash, balance in 54 equal monthly 
payments, no interest and no taxes. 

We have the best plan yet offered to buyers to secure a rubber grove at lowest pos- 
sible cost. This locality is being settled by an industrious class of people from Southern 
California. Best opportunity on earth for persons of small means to soon become 
independent. 

You can make a good living from TWENTY ACRES within four months from 
beginning of clearing. 

Healthy climate, best soil, abundant rainfall, cheap freight rates and PERFECT 
TITLE to land approved by the government. 

TROPICAL LAND COMPANY 

Rooms 508. 9 Citizens National Bank bldg. 

References: First National Bank LOS ANGELES, CAL. C. S. HOGAN, President 

Southern California Savings Bank F. L. HOSSACK, Secretary 



$3,000,000 



JUST 
PAID FOR 



COPPER 



PROPERTY 
IN ARIZONA 



f I offer you stock in a neighboring property that should "^ 
net you over 36%, when regular shipments begin— and 
much larger profits, as development continues. 

This is your' chance to get in on the ground floor of a legitimate mining proposition. 
I cannot guarantee you a fortune — no man can guarantee success for any mine. But this 
Kelvin-Arizona copper property is so rich, so advantageously located, and in such com- 
petent, experienced hands that I believe it cannot fail to pay immense returns — and I 
have backed this belief with my own money. 

$5000 MONTHLY PROFIT WOULD PAY 36% 

Actual development of this property shows large bodies of ore running 10 per cent 
to IB per cent copper, and sulphide ores running over 20 per cent. It is In the same belt 
as the property referred to above, which recently sold for $3,000,000. On a profit of only 
$5,000 a month, your shares would pay you 36 per cent yearly, at the present price. Only 
a few tons of ore daily must be shipped to secure this profit. And this production is 
only a beginning — the property should easily produce many times this amount, as de- 
velopment continues — which would mean immense returns for stockholders. 

Men of more than twenty vears' successful mining experience control the Kelvin- 
Arizona Copper Company. Let me tell you who they are, send you full particulars of 
the company and its holdings. Shares can be bought at a comparatively low price now. 
Write me today — advances will come soon. 

R. B. Dickinson, 331 So. Hill St., Los Angeles, Cal. 

Member Los Angeles Stock Exchange 



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A. L. MILLS, President 

J. W. NEWKIRK, - - - - Cathier 
W. C. ALVORD, - Assistant Cashier 

B. F. STEVENS, - - 2nd Assistant Cashier 

First National 
Bank 

OF PORTLAND, OREGON 

Capital - - $ 500,000.00 
Surplus - - 1,000,000.00 
Deposits - 13,000,000.00 

OLDEST NATIONAL BANK 
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■ Interest Compounded Semi-Annually 

Pays 4 per cent interest on Certificates of Deposit 
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J. Thobbubn Ross - - President 
George H. Hill - Vice-President 
T. T. Btjbkhabt - - - Treasurer 
John E. Aitohison - - Secretary 

240-244 WASHINGTON STREET 

(Corner Second Street) 

PORTLAND, OREGON 











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BANKERS 

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YKRYBODY wants to come to Southern California. Truer state- 
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Hundreds of thousands more will come in the near future — as soon 
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Why not invest a few hundreds or a few thousands now, and then 
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invest where you are most likely to make your home. You can have 
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and readily investigated or disposed of. . '. You cannot find a better spot, for 
a home, for investment.or both, than Long Beach, Los Angeles County. Twenty 
miles from Los Angeles, on the Pacific Ocean, its population has grown from 
2,000 seven years ago to 21,000 in 1907. . '. Long Beach has prospered and 
grown strictly on its merits as an all-the-year-' round home city with an ideal 
climate. Now it is experiencing an awakening as an industrial city. A great 
harbor is being constructed, on the shore of which the million dollar Craig ship- 
building plant will at once be established ; and other large kindred industries will 
follow. . '. Fortunes havebeen made from Long Beach realestate. More fortunes, 
and greater ones, will be made in the next few years. For safe investment, in- 
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good facilities for securing for our customers the best bargains in business lots, 
harbor lots, residence lots, ocean frontage ana apartment house sites. Our lists 
include the cream of Long Beach property. If you are interested in Southern 
California in any way, do not fail to write us. . Those who do not wish to 
handle entire pieces of property will find our debenture system, the new plan of 
malting profits from realestate, strong, substantial and attractive. It places the small 
investor, in proportion to the amount of his investment, the equal of the capital- 
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14 Pacific Avenue, LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA 

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Farming in the fertile delta lands of 



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CALIFORNIA 

Four of the booklets give specific information regarding four very 
profitable products; the fifth booklet gives general information re- 
garding Tulare county farms and Tulare County in general. 

Tulare county is situated in the Heart of California, surrounded by lofty mountains and 
watered by adequate rivers and irrigation plants. These books are intensely interesting to any one 
who desires a profitable farming property for investment or actual occupancy. They tell all about 
the enormous profits to be made. $70 per acre on sugar beets; $150 an acre on table and wine grapes. 
Grain and vegetables pay $80 per acre. Alfalfa is a money maker. In February, the market price 
in Tulare was $13.00 a ton, and the crops run from 6 to 8 tons per acre per year. Dairying and stock 
raising are more profitable than in eastern localities. The local demand for poultry and eggs cannot 
be supplied. Fresh eggs were 5 cents each last winter in Los Angeles. These booklets give 
facts and figures that are indisputable evidence of the vast superiority of California farms. A 
20-acre farm in Tulare county will pay better than a 160-acre eastern farm. 

Write for these booklets and get the absolute vital facts. 

The land offered is the famous Paige-Mitchell ranch which is being subdivided into farms and 
sold on easy terms. There are three propositions open to you ; if you put in the crop we suggest we 
will contract with you for your products at a price that will pay for the land in two to four years, or 
you can pay one-fourth down and the balance inside of three years, or you can pay spot cash. 

This land is located a a few miles from the city of Tulare and has every market advantage. 
The climate is excellent and the land is the famous delta land which is not surpassed anywhere in 
California. 

Write today for the booklets. 

California Farmland Co. 

OWNERS 
74 Grosse Bldg., Los Angeles, California 



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Good 

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Drug Stores 

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Hardware Stores 

Dry Goods Stores 

Stationery Stores 

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is knocking at the door of the man with 

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i business and letting it grow and 

prosper with a new manufacturing 

town in 




OP A LlfE-TIME 



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the land cf sunshine 

and flowers and 

prosperity 

The name 

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is 




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Carpenters 

Bricklayers 

Blacksmiths 

Electricians 

and All Other 

Tradesmen should 

Enjoy Happy Homes 

in this Beautiful 

Healthful District 



CRESTMORE 



BUSINESS 
LOTS 




RESIDENCE 
LOTS 



$300 and Upward 
Terms as low as 
$20.00 Cash 
and $10.00 
Monthly 



II is he 
that the 
$2. 500,000 
Southern Califor 
mrnt Company 
are building their enor- 
mous plant, which is 
ncaring completion, and 
which, alone, will provide em- 
ployment for about 800 men. The 
UlWIsJul b beautifully laid out; street 
work, grading, and the erection of 
large number of dwellings and business 
blocks arc now under way. 

CrtKSTMORE is ideally located on'high, dry 

ground about three and one-half miles from the city 

of Riverside, to which it is being linked by electric 

rid steam railways. It affords residence sites attractive to 

the wealthy manufacturer, as well as very moderately priced 

which are sold on such easy terms as to enable even the 

laboring nun to own his home. 

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330 SOUTH HILL STREET LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 

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THE COEUR d'ALENES 



With all its opportunities for profitable investments, have never offered more real 
value for the money than Treasury Stock in the HENNESSY-BURNS Mining Company 
at 25 cents per share. 

HENNESSY-BURNS has long since passed the prospective stage of development, 
and holds open the golden door of opportunity for those seeking a Bafo and profitable 
investment. 

WE DON'T THINK HENNESSY-BURNS WILL MAKE A MINE; WE KNOW IT. 

Write now and let us tell you what the mining experts think of this property. 

We are offering only a limited number of shares of this Treasury Stock at 25 
cents, and would suggest that you communicate with us at once if you care to take 
advantage of the present low price. 

JOSEPH F, WHELAN, WALLACE, IDAHO 

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The Sheldon Applienee Is made to order to fit each individual perfectly 
It weighs ounces, where other support* weigh pounds. The price is within 
the reach of all. Hundreds of doctors recommend it. 

We Guarantee Satisfaction and Let You Use it 30 Days 

If you or your child are suffering from any spinal trouble, hunchback, or 
crooked Bpine, write at once for new book with full information and refer- 
ences. We have strong testimonials from every State in the Union. 

PHILO BURT MFG. CO., 138 7th St., Jamestown, N. Y 





Atlantic City, N. J. 



WORLD'S RENOWNED 
HEALTH RESORT 

Hotel 
Rudolf 

LARGEST AND 
MOST MODERN 
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COAST. 

DIRECTLY ON 
OCEAN FRONT 
AND BEACH 
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European Plan. Rooms with Bath. Hot and Cold Sea and Fresh Water Baths. Dining Room over- 
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Send for Booklet and Kate*. 

A Special Feature of this Hotel is the reproduction of the celebrated "Harveys' " cuisine. 

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Will Soon 
Be the 



TACOMA 

Greatest Railway Terminal on the Pacific Coast* 

fares aiMitioii.il railway* an- m>w building i" Tacoma, wa 
their largest rail ami ocean terminals have been Mcnnd. 

Chauncry Thomai. who ha* been writing up the Northwest for the "Succeaa" 
Magaiinc. in an interview in the Oregon Daily Journal of Portland, recently Mid : 
•• / Hint Ma/ m limt tki third city in Amtrtca will bt Tacoma. '' 

Tacoma'a population in 1900 wa» J7.7M: in 1907. 100,000. The population of 
Tacoma will double the next three years. 

I Por May, 1S97, were $ 1,038,917.53 II 
TACOMA'S BANK CI.KARING8 I For May. 1901. were 5^08,605.69 I 

(Por May, 1907, were »i.3><i, 595.69 I 

WATCH TACOMA CROW! II 

rthcr pai ticuUr* and iUu*trated literature descriptive of Tacoma, addrew. 

Secretary Chamber of Commerce and Board of Trade, Tacoma, Wash. 



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Jerome Verde in the Foreground. United Verde in the Distance 

M . |r About SIXTY-FIVE MILLION POL- Because of difficulties in which the for- - . , 

Millions LARS in profits are distributed annually nier owners of Jerome Verde became in- ;>tock s _ 

in Copper DOW Dy 32 copper mines in the United volved, active work on this property was Rapid Rise 

States. No other kind of mine approaches copper as for a long time suspended. When the present owners 

a dividend payer. Of the seven mines in America bought the mine THE FORMER OWNERS TOOK 

which head the list as profit earners six are copper. THEIR PAY IN STOCK. That showed what they 

We live in the age of electricity — rather, we are just thought of its value. New machinery has been in- 
entering it — and everywhere copper Is used. DEMAND stalled, the mine has been reopened and soon will take 
FOR COPPER EXCEEDS THE SUPPLY. The tele- its place among the big producers. 

graph, the telephone, the trolley wire, the feed wire A SHORT TIME AGO THE STOCK WAS SELLING 

—all require copper. AT 25 CENTS A SHARE; NOW IT IS 50 CENTS. 

If you want to know all about copper and Its pro- „,. m Kn „„„ M . „ . .,, , _. , 

duction write us and we will send you a 32-page lllus- ™« ^"T^T.ZL^J^,}?^ 50 Cents: 

trated Issue of The Standard Copper News. which is ™ lta ?°5£J*-„ f "J^SHX**^ " soon 60 

devoted to the subject. We will mail you this free. «»£**> f° ck ° f *5 000,000. Shares are *>"" 60 

offered for subscription In order to prosecute mining 

■wt. -r ■ . So far this year Senator Clark's United on a large scale. Terms may be made for payment in 

The Twin to Vel . de mine pal( ] ln dividends $075,000. nve monthly installments. Remember that OUR GUAR- 

Clark'sMihe Up t0 date this property has paid dlvi- ££TEH TO REFUND YOUR MONEY WITH INTER- 

dends of $22,270,322, and this on a capitalization of 5';?^ "1 ™U F IND THIS PROPOSITION NOT AS 

S3 000 00(1. Pretty big profits, are they not? REPRESENTED ACCOOMPANIES EACH CERTIFI- 

You couldn't buy into United Verde if you tried. f'ATE OF STOCK WHICH WE ISSUE. 

But you CAN become a stockholder in Jerome Verde, Please Use This Form in Orderir.tr 

the twin property to United Verde and declared by ex- , „ ,f, 1 xms torm m oruerm S- 

perts to be "GREATER THAN CLARK'S." Read the ° cne ™J SHZPft C t T V ^ r , „ , 

statement of Mr. Henry A. Mather, the noted mining 308 Pacific Electric Bldg., Los Angeles, Cal. 

metallurgist of New York. Mr. Mather says. I desire to purchase shares of the stock of 

"Of all the mines in Jerome alongside of the United Jerome Verde Copper Company at 50 cents a share. 

Verde, the Jerome Verde is the sole one which has an t„„i„„„j «_j • , „ , „ ... 

outcrop which shows a continuous, well-defined ore t „ I e ^° f sed flnd * as MI < or flrst > P".vment 

body. With scientific management there can he no vamp 

question that this mine will become as great as, if not ° AI " 

greater, than the United Verde." ADDRESS p. M. 

GENERAL SECURITIES COMPANY 

SUITE 308, PACINC ELECTRIC BUILDING LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA I 

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Beverly Hills 



. . 



Between the City and the Sea" 



Your home should be in this beautiful tract of all large lots, 
located on the picturesque foothills, a few minutes from the heart 
of Los Angela or the Ocean. 

A COMPLETE SEWER SYSTEM 

is only one of the many i mpro v em ent! that arc being installed as rapidly as possible, 
and without assessment or additional cost to the purchasers of lots. 

IK— Hire vim have water, gas, electricity, wide curved boulevards finished by the 
tamped oiled process, planting on all streets, four large public parks, fire hydrants throughout, etc. 

LOTS 80x100 UP PRICES $900 UP 

2s to lO Acre Villa. Sites at Reasonable Prices 
TERMS g * «-w - ■ 

PERCY H. CLARK COMPANY 

311-312 H. W. Hellman Bldg.. LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 
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Rich 
black 
§cdi ment 
soil, level, 
without stones or 
alkali ; climate un- 
surpassed, free water 
right, the best in the U. S. 
Rail ami steamboat transpor- 
tation to ready markets. All 
fruits and vegetables grown to per- 
fection. Excursion rates from all 
Eastern points after March I. For infor- 
mation and literature, write 



CMWOOSTDtCOIIPANY 

Uti ran*. StmL Sat rnaaox (at 



F. C. ROBINSON ft CO. 



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\\V are opening the western .side of the Sacramento 
Valley under irrigation, l'resident Roosevelt has 
signed the Special Act of Congress granting 
our great Central Canal enough water from 
the navigable Sacramento River to irrigate 
300,000 acres. Prices the lowest ever 
known in California for first class 
land under irrigation. Ten, 
Twenty and Forty 
Aero Lots from IjlttO 
to #100 per Acre; 
Tit iii>., One- 
Sixtli Cash, 
Balance in 
Five 
Years. 



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Are caused by extremes of wet and 
dry — first rain, then hot sun. The 

Reynolds Timber 
Preservative 

not only prevents leaks but lengthens 
the life of wood-work exposed to earth, 
water, air, sun, and animal or vegetable 
organisms. 

The Reynolds Timber Preservative is 
composed of several chemicals perfect- 
ly proportioned to resist every form of 
decay. Water and air only harden it, 
to form a protecting envelope like 
an armor of rock, at the same time pre- 
serving the natural elasticity and life" 
of the wood fibre. It is acid proof 
and protects metal as well as wood. 
Excess of water does not soften or 
harm it in any way. 

Shingles, painted with the Reynolds Timber 
Preservative, last longer — at least twice as long 
as the untreated— thus minimizing destructive- 
ness due to leaks,and saves expense of renewal. 
It also gives a neat, brown tint which keeps 
wood looking new — keeps the 
building looking trim. When 
dry it becomes odorless. 

Fence posts, telegraph poles, 
railroad ties, bridges, trestles, 
farm buildings, side-walk string- 
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the wood parts of implements, 
should be treated with the 
Reynolds Timber Preservative 
— the kind that resists every 
form of decay. 

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In your own home, study 

leisurely the unique 

attractions of 

Yellowstone 
Pa*k 

Before you fully decide on your 
Summer Outing — its worth your 
while. 

Excellent Hotels; Finest Coaching 
Trip in America; Marvelous Nat- 
ural Phenomena:, Splendid Scenery. 

See the Park as a Side Trip 
en route to the East. 

Send Six Cents for 

"WONDERLAND 1906" 

and other Yellowstone Park literature 

Northern Pacific 
Railway 

A. D. CHARLTON 

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CrAN DiEao's 

Supremacy 

j£» HARBOR ^-CLIfiATC 
/•'OPPORTUN ITY/*/" 
INVESTMENTyi' PROFIT 
— /s liVof t/ly Your 

/tntnctjictte. /nvesti£4t/'on 

WOO 11)01 — is buying a good lot in 

ingcity on a new electric car 

line "Ware Etc tin rrta l*m"and making 

the natural increase in land values. 

I call that rapid trunk rood lock. 

Every oac of oar liroou. blr Tncti are !a 
Hae of )o« ibit ki.,d ol ( ood lack la addition 
to tfca general increaic la ralaca on accoaat of 
the aew direct railroad eaat »ia Yuma. 

Deal wfck the rood lock home. Forranea 
la Iota at foar cenw a agnate foot in oar f»- 
owxwanrenSwaKikaTracti. IS Mam JSM 
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^31 Sixth St, Sam Diego 




Be a Land Owner 

tear IMantat Ion Owner In trop- 
ica I Mexico. Uc off.-r you tula i 
lunlty. We own 9.480 acrea ut 
cane aucar la in la In tin* world. In 
• tate of Vera Crns on Ta rural Hirer, 
near Tamptco. 

Big Profits 

Art certain. One planting ta jtood for a 
down jreara. Wraith. • (UMwn 

are angar plantation*. tt'« harr large 
arreace under cult Ira tloo — will aoon be 
bearing. 

No Work 

We aril pnaj tliU land. r.re perfect 
title and contract to tak.- all care of It 
• rear* and par rim the pruflta. 
'i <ni can own aome of tbla on 

SMALL PAYMENTS 

Write I'm for Complete 
Information. Kookleta, I 

Tampico Sugar Co. 

K I fill Hi...r I nl. .n Trii.t ltl.lt. 



*.f.r.nc r .: Los Angeles 

Broadway Bank 
OX Trust Co. 



California 



An Opportunity for Cartful Investors 

NEWPORT 
HEIGHTS 
ACREAGE 

Cheapest. Land in Southern California 

Newport Heights is a high plateau, al- 
ia. >-.t perfec t ly level, with the lowest poin 
over 70 feet above the sea. It extendi 
bark from Newport Bay for several miles 
ami comprise* 1300 acres of deep, rich, 
slightly sandy loam soil, very fertile and 
productive. It is subdivided Into fiv 
tracts with artesian 
water, of the finest 
quality, in abund- 
ance for all irriga- 
tion purposes, piped 
to each tract. 

Deefi, Rich 
Soil %H %H 
Abundance 
of vVater 

We are the 

owners of this 
property and 
are now plac- 
ing these five- 
acre subdivi- 
sions on the 
market at S1SM 

tick. One-fifth 

to be pai.l in 
cash and Un- 
balance in si\. 
t we 1 ve, 
eighteen 
and twin 




interest on de- 
ferred payments. Con- 
sidering the soil, water, on' 
location ami transportati facilities this is 
the cheapest acreage in Southern Califor- 
nia. Pacific Electric cars run every hour 
from Iyos Angeles. Write to us for printed 
matter and more complete details n 
ing this valuable property. 

TOWNSEND-DAYMAN 
INVESTMENT CO. 

MTfrra < m rVI( ' B"trk BMr. . U* IMaUB, C1L 

Il3 E«t F1nt St.. WK IFJCB, C1L 



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WE OFFER 

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Of THE 



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In Blocks of from 1 00 
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PAR VALUE $1.00 



Ten per cent down, balance in nine equal monthly payments. 
This company owns and controls the patent right for the United States, Canada and 
all principal foreign countries of that most wonderful of recent inventions, the 

SELF-AIRING, DISAPPEARING BED 

The patents cover the arrangement of the building: as well as the bed itself. 
We strongly advise the purchase of this stock as a gilt-edge investment, sure to make large profits 
for its owners. 

The Self-Airing, Disappearing Bed, is the latest, most scientific, most sanitary, and most economical 
improvement for sleeping purposes. 

It saves every square inch of floor space occupied in a building, reduces the number of rooms neces- 
sary, thus minimizing the ground area, and permits a greater number of rooms in a given space. In short, 
it is an indispensable adjunct of our modern civilization. 

The capitalization of the company is small — only $200,000. The company is composed of well known 
and responsible business men. 

The Self-Airing, Disappearing Bed is already in large and increasing demand. Its success lias already 
been established. 

There is no better investment 
than the stock of this company at 
the price and the easy terms we 
otfer. 

This stock will certainly 

advance to $1.50 or $2.00 a 

share in less than 12 months. 

Send for handsome illustrated 

booklet and full information. 

MINTON-MAY 
COMPANY 

Real Estate Stocks and Bonds 
1 4 Pacific Avenue 

LONG BEACH, CAL. 

References: National Bank of Long 

Beach; Metropolitan Bank and 

Trust Co., Los Angeles 



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This picture shows the new office at Brentwood Park. 

Brentwood Park 



'ark Is the grand* 
r rtl Santa I 
midway betwn 



i In Southern California. This beautiful perk In located on the 
"rtli of tht- new S:in \' l< «*ti t •• Hoiilevitrd. and extends bark to 
Elome nttd the octan, nnd commands OM of tin- evnixleet 
•lew* «>f the rellej and mountain*. Just far enough bark from th* <»cean to give a commnndlng view of 
Santa Monica, 

ln..l i.uf hi tbi same maimer 
known throughout tht world. 

No Iota In Hr*»ntwo.»d I*ark hate a frontage of lesa than one hundred feet and the depth* range from 
on* hundred and seventy-fcur feet to four hundred and fifty feet. A grand boulevard extends through 



I 

'►"'■sn Park. Venlr-e, Play del Bey. Redondo. Catallna Islanda and the Santa llarbara 1»- 
tbe Golden Gate Park at San Francisco, which la ao well 



the park. 

fusion la sea 
bottler:. ■ reeta and bnul< 

Install^ 

complete!. Brentwood Park will 

development work has bee* romp 

ami men CM *«*»* thla 

li a magnificent - 

Beautiful homes have been < 

not be Improved, the finest of a 

borne. We are keeping away fr 

k paas i 

ind Broadway 

id betl 



od and thirty feet to one hundred and eighty feet. 

Brentwood Park. I>eautlful walk* and drlrewaye. fine oiled 
vard* are to tw» Hjrhted with electricity which the Kdlson Company '■ 
filial treea ami Bnrube. efcthl hundred varieties), are being pi 
\t » 11 a' I illf'Ttiia. M 

■ted and the remainder la being pushed to a conclusion aa fast as 

■ d of lta wonderful beauty. Never before 

•nstrncted and others are under construction. Climatic condition 
11. the t-Mt of water and the be-t of ImproTementa. A veritable park 
tn all city eftVe*s In this heantlful park. The !>« Angeles Pacific ears 
>e door; no finer or morn rapid transportation anywhere; thirty minute* 
the bnetnese center of I/m Angeles. 

rllla lot In ltri'iitwofxl Park now? If you do. don't pot It 

M 



off a day. Buy now. You may * ml to build some day and all the time y.-u are waiting, 
be lncrea*lng rapidly In value. There la nothing better ait an Investment and the very 

It I* ratting more difficult every day to get high derations and lartre v.Ua lot* where the aur 

Ing* ami environmenta are the very lest. Here one can have all the comforts and advantage* of tlte city 

and a country home combined, away from the dust snd noise. There are probshly few cities In the 

ee which hr\\ h remarkable growth, commercially and otherwise, aa I-o* Augelev the 

metropolis of the SonthweM. and It la only a question of a abort time when all desirable tocatlona 

that are In 'Ity will be taken up. 

It us today for special prices and discount; also for maps and plats, which will be sent to all free 
ire selling rapidly bs the lti I'rlce* ranee from 

_- to the location, with easy terms of payment. The lots are large and 
■ t are bnttnd to yield purchasers s big profit. We refer you to all of Is* An.- 
r (n\\ particulars. 

Western Pacific Development* Company 

OWNERS 
203-204 Germain Building LOS ANGELES, CAL. 



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SEATTLE, WASHINGTON 




Photos by Webster & Stevens, Seattle. 



SEATTLE, WASHINGTON 




I Then there are the beautiful fresh-water lakes right on the 
' border of Seattle. Lake Washington, thirty-one miles lona*. 
a\Iy twenty minutes' ride from the sky-scraper streets; Lake 
m and Green Lake, both beautiful and large bodies of water, 
within the very city l.mits. Here you have launching, yacht- 
canoeing, fishing, bathing, and many other sports within the 
k of the street-cars. A day's trip will take yon into the 
t of the Olympic or Cascade Mountains, allow you a few 
m of the finest trout-fishing you ever had. and land you in 
tie again in time for supper. 

Lnd if you want to climb mountains, don't go to Switzerland. 
• to Seattle and go out with the Mazamai. or with a party 
our own. to Mount Rsinier, the highest mountain In the United 
as. or to Mount Baker, a peak that makes some of the Alps 
like ant hills. 

enjoy all these sports which you would have to visit 
a deaen other places to find and yet spend the Summer in 
tie, one of the moat interesting cities in the world, destined 
M the third largest in the United States, and growing now 
no other city in the country. Plan to spend your Bummer in 
city with the unsurpassed climate, the charming and beau- 
I surroundings, the handsome residences and great business 
as. the picturesque harbor, and the finest supply in the world 
brisking water, brought from the heart of the Cascade Moun- 
a. After three months of the most wholesome pleasure that 
have ever bad. you will decide to buy a home and live here. 

any of the following firms for details: 



■kenej : 



Calhoun. l»enny A Ewlng. 



ind Really Associate*. Ooodwln r^j fe, t:i 



Vt Investmrt 

•*nas A Co.. Inc. 



(McLaughlin Real- 
I Seaboard Security Co. 
The Truatee Company, of Seattle 
Holmes A Harlng. 




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ANTICONGESTOL 

Safest Investment—Quickest Profit 



TTT^HEN you can see lying on the ground acres and acres of 
y it — a valuable substance — there isn't any "chance" about 
the investment, is there? That is just what we have in ANTI- 
CONGESTOL, the wonderful new mineral earth, the therapeutic 
value of which has been attested by physicians and chemists. There 
is none of the miner's luck, good or bad, about working our ANTI- 
CONGESTOL deposits. No drilling through rock following the 
elusive trail of the ore vein. No installing of expensive machinery 
and power plants. All there is to be done is to shovel the substance 
into wagons, pack it into cans, and ship it to the drug stores of 
the world, for ANTICONGESTOL is a perfect natural product. 



Our Product 

A NTICONGESTOL is an 
""■ earth of the Antiphlo- 
gistine group. It forms a 
natural healing plaster of 
marvelous healing proper- 
ties, and is particularly ef- 
ficacious in all cases of in- 
flammation and conges- 
tion. Its by-products make 
high-grade soaps, cements 
and bleaching substances. 
Chemical analysis provfs 
the earth to be rich in 
aluminum, free from alkali 
and devoid of organic mat- 
ter or deleterious ingredi- 
ents. Our depositsof Anti- 
congestol are in Ventura 
County, California, and 
have only recently been 
discovered. The supply is 
practically inexhaustible, 
extending over part of the 
6W acres which the Consol- 
idated Mineral & Chemical 
Company has acquired. 
Besides this vast supply of 
Anticongestolthecompany 
owns 120 acres of property 
rich also in gold, asbestos 
and other minerals. 



ANTICONGESTOL 

From every point of view is the in- 
vestment with the greatest attrac- 
tions. Investigate and you will be 
convinced. Think of it! No mining, 
no prospecting, no artificial treat- 
ment. The mud is there and the 
world's markets are waiting for it. 
Ask your physician. Ask your 
chemist. Send to us for a sample. 

In ordering stock please use this form: 

Consolidated Mineral & Chemical Co., 
355 Pacific Electric Bids:., 

Los Angelas, Oil. 
Please reserve for me., 
shares of Treasury Stock in tlie Consolidated 
Mineral & Chemical Company at $3 a share. 

Name . 

Address . 



Our Proposition 

rpHE Consolidated Min- 
eral & Chemical Com- 
pany has been organized to 
place its vast deposits of 
natural plaster on the 
market. The demand for 
it will begreatand increas- 
ing. Money is not needed 
to mine or prepare the 
plaster, but to ADVERTISE 
it in a LARGE WAY. so that 
the profits shall be large. 
To that end we are of- 
fering a block of Treas- 
ury-Stock at $3 a share. If 
you will investigate you 
will want to come in. Re- 
member, we are not going 
to work the gold and as- 
bestos mines NOW. When 
we've made a lot of money 
from sales of An ticongestol 
will be time enough for 
that. But the gold and 
asbestos are there, and all 
shareholders in this com- 
pany will own their part of 
them. It's time to invest 
NOW. The stock is going 
up every month. 



Consolidated Mineral & Chemical Co., Inc. 

Suite 355, Pacific Electric Building, LOS ANGELES, CAL. 



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"THE GATEWAY TO RIVERSIDE COUNTY" 






A Land of Peace and Plenty— A Land for Wealth and Health 

In the very Heart of California's Garden of Eden 

But 50 miles from Los Angeles, the metropolis of the great Southwest 

COME TO FAIR-HAVEN AND FARM EOR PROFIT AND PLEASURE 

Where oranges, lemons, grapes, apricots, walnuts, melons, berries, potatoes, celery, alfalfa, barley 
and many other UHMllUll of the soil grow in such luxuriance as is known nowhere else in all America 
— where some crop may be if.it hered every inontli in tin; year, bringing a continuous revenue, and 
greater profits than are possible in any other section of the United State*. 

A MATCHLESS CLIMATE WITH 300 SUNSHINE DAYS A YEAR 

Fanning here become* a pleasure. Nights are cool and bracing; droughts and floods are unknown 
•ad than in abaohlta freedom from excessive heat and cold; irrigation supplies the farmer's 
every need, furnishing moisture just when and where required. 

WITH INEXHAUSTIBLE WATER SUPPLY 

I Vlltll.WKN FARMS has one of the most perfect irrigation systems in the country— sub- 
i >l cement canal* which bring a steady stream of the purest warn* from the springs and 
streams of the San I tenia nil no Mountains, giving all the moisture wanted, all the time. Ample 
rights go with evcrv deed to land in l'AIKII W'l.N FARMS. 

10 ACRES IN PAIRHAVEN FARMS 

will produce as much as 50 to 150 acres in the "Up North" or "Hack Bast" States with less labor 
and less worry as well as promoting greater happiness and better health than are possible anywhere 
Atlantic to the 1'aeitic. The best markets of the great S.uthwest will take all your 
products at good prices. Railroad and shipping facilities are all that could be desired. The soil 
but awaits your crops for all improvements have already been made, and your first crops will 
almost |«y for the land. .Schools, churches, telephones, tine drives, the best of neighbors — all 
Combine to add comfort and convenience to life at PAIRHAVEN FARMS 

Only $1 50 and up an Acre to Those Who Buy Now 

Let ui Knd you full information, map* and other complete and authentic data, free. There'a not another 
proportion quite aa food a* Fairhavtn Farms on the market in America today. Juat send your name. 
Write to u* today. AddreM 

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA REAL ESTATE INVESTMENT COMPANY 

608 Pacific Electric Building. LOS ANGELES, C ALII OMNIA 

WE FIND COUNTRY HOMES FOR ALL CLASSES 



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MONTANA IS 

An Agricultural State 



Farm Lands in the valley of the YELLOWSTONE are equal to any on earth. Great crops of Alfalfa 
(3 crops), Timothy, Clover and all kinds of Grains and SUGAR BEETS. The newest, largest and 
best Beet Sugar Factory in the United States at BILLINGS now completed and in operation, making 
into Sugar the first crop of 70,000 tons. Land at $50.00 and ujf> on your own terms. Write 

BILLINGS LAND & IRRIGATION CO., BILLINGS, MONTANA 




Most Picturesque and Historic Region in America 

Nature's Playgroup GREENBRIER 



White Sulphur Springs 
West Virginia 

Surrounded by 7,000 acres of picturesque scenery. All tickets sold by the Chesapeake & Ohio Railway have stop- 
over privileges at this famous resort. Elevation. 2.000 feet. Average temperature during the heated summer. 62°, 
Capacity, 1.000. Broad piazzas. Orchestra of 20 instruments. Elevators, telephones, cafes. Two New Clay Tennis 
Courts. The Lawns are Unsurpassed as a Playground for Children. An Attractive and Inexpensive Place to Spend 
the Summer. Nature has contributed the most charming surroundings of scenery to the White Sulphur. Forest, vale, 
and mountain are here in rare and unique combination, presenting at every turn new views of the picturesque, the beau- 
tiful and the grand, sufficient for the gratification of every taste. The Grand Old Fountain, shaded bv ancient oaks, 
daily pour from its exhaustless resources more than 40,000 gallons of healing waters. Regular season, June IS. 

Send for Booklets and Rates. 

CEORCE A. MILLS, Jr., Greenbrier, White Sulphur Springs, W. Va. 




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are 



^eej^mericek. 

JTr/J " etv- 

tWia/I -*— 

_P\i§e t/oMrvd. 

Jcenic irJandJea. in. Che 




[ivje&nle aivd virirotyw 
are to be found: ThemD/t 
delightful climate hv^Anv 
erica; the mo/t hojpitable 
people; /VYjvmlairvOimbirvO 
in the oianderr Jteixic mouiv 
foirv reov^ef on the (pnfm - 
ent; Golfiiv6 orvide^l linkr, 
DoalinCj otv the mQf t*- 




world and ed/o two lartje 
frejh water lake_f Ihal^^- 
touchjealtle on the ea/t; 
Beautiful parhf and**— 
drivewa^; perfectly hcaltK- 
j fvil drinking water ooiwey- 
ed from Qlari&l [ed Jtream/. 
[Or more complete defoilf 



Ark the 

cKevirvber of Comirverce 

DepoarrmervT **D" 




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CALIFORNIA 
LIMITED 




is an ALL-THE-YEAR-'ROUND daily train 
running between California and Chicago 

Newest Pullman equipment, consisting of observation, drawing-room 
and compartment sleepers, buffet-smoking car and dining car. "Santa 
Fe All the Way." Safeguarded by block signals. Harvey meals. The 
only train between California and Chicago, via any line, exclusively for 
first-class travel. 

En route visit Grand Canyon of Arizona and stop at El Tqvar, the 

new $2.50,000 hotel, under Harvey management. Pullman service to and 
from Grand Canyon. 




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Grand Canyon of Arizona 

I DEEP 





13 Miles Wide 

21 7 Miles Long 

and Painted 

Like a Flower 



%\\ 

President Roosevelt visited the 
Grand Canyon May 6, 1903. In his 
notable speech on that occasion, he 
said: "It fills me with awe; it is be- 
yond comparison, beyond description. 
Keep it for your children, your child- 
ren's children, and all who come after 
you, as the one great sight which every 
American should sec." 

§§§ 

The great round world lias 
nothing like it. A railroad to 
the rim. Excellent hotels at El 
Tovar, Bright Angel and Grand 
V lew. Passengers returning east 
via SANTA FE may stop over 
at ^Vllliams for side trip to the 
Canyon. Round trip fare $6.50. 



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OWN a Southern CALIFORNIA HOME 

AVKere it is cool in summer, -warm in winter, with the grand old Pacific at your elhow and Los Angeles 
only 22 minutes away. Can you save 33 cents a day ? If so, you can secure an incomparable homesite. 
If you would like to know about Brent-wood Terrace, cut off the coupon below and mail today NOW. 



1HAVE seen Los Angeles 
develop from an over- 
grown Western town to a 
great cRy in six years. 
A recent school census shows 
285,000 inhabitants, independ- 
ent of 25,000 visitors whom we 
nave always with us. 

In 1905 the Southern Pacific 
brought into Los Angeles an 
average of 505 homeseekers 
daily; in 1906, 643 per day; in 
1907, 706 per day. 

Now, there are three rea- 
sons. First, it is a city of 
limitless opportunity; sepond, it 
has an unequaled climate; 
third, charm — a desirable place 
of residence. 

There are lots of places to 
build homes in and about Los 
Angeles, but I wish to impress 
upon you, to burn it into your 
mind as it were, that there Is a 
very limited district which is 
near enough to the Ocean to be 
always cool in summer and 
without frost in winter, which 
is accessible alike to the Pa- 
cific Ocean and Los Angeles ; 
but still more limited is the 
district which will have rapid 
transit. 



Brentwood Terrace is in the 
center of this limited district on 
the E. H. Harriman subway, 
which will run from Los An- 
geles to the Sea. The right of 
way has been purchased for 
several million dollars. The 
service Is very good now ; in a 
short time it will be the best 
in the world. 

I have found in life's affairs 
ten men follow where one man 
leads. He who leads wins suc- 
cess, wealth, independence and 
honor. He who follows gets 
what's left. So the fellow who 
follows gets something ; he 
who neither leads nor follows 
gets nothing. This is true in 
affairs great and small. It is 
true in investment ; it is truest 
of all in real estate invest- 
ments. Those who have looked 
ahead, studied conditions, seen 
how, where and when a city 
would expand ; watched the de- 
velopment of rapid transit, and 
bought real estate in the path 
of progress, have made money. 
Can you see beyond the end of 
your nosef Are you going to 
be one who leads to Brentwood 
Terrace T 



If you contemplate coming to 
Los Angeles MAIL THE COU- 
PON. 

If you wish to acquire an 
ideal homesite on which to 
build a home in the future, 
MAIL THE COUPON. 

If you can save 33 cents a 
day, MAIL THE COUPON. 

Brentwood Terrace is an in- 
vestment safer than a Savings 
Bank and presents greater op- 
portunities. MAIL COUPON 
NOW. 

I do not want you to buy a 
"cat in a bag." I will answer 
your inquiries honestly, sin- 
cerely, personally and intelli- 
gently. 

It will cost you two cents to 
send the coupon and it may 
prove of great importance to 
you. 



^-^^Z//^Xtf, 




President. 



Brentwood Terrace Brentwood Terrace This whole district will 

On the north, mountains; west, a raciflc, the temperature of which the be a Park dotted with 

grand view of the Pacific; south, year around is about UO degrees. The Thft D |« „n, 1 ,,',°'.',n^ 

miles of beautiful valley; east. Los >nojt delightful and healthful oil- ™ am It is 

4^— ins "' e di9ta " Ce """ J* the'sauTicinte Boulevard. 130 >»<>* ** 

& P I d h •<*• - %~>. .in,.!., t. f« fpet wlde : runs from Los Angeles to '"*" .„_„ 

Elevation ME feet similar to fa- „, e Sea adjo[Tts the PaI | sa S es and CONTRACTS 

mous Hollywood and Pasadena, which Brentwood Park, the highest priced 

are, however, farther inland, where unci most exclusive residence district 

the thermometer climbs to 110 in the in Southern California. Nothing but 

shade. High temperature is abso- a high class resident:al community 

lutely impossible, however, at can be created. 

Brentwood Terrace, because it is Millions are bsnlnd the development 

"Swept by Ocean Breezes" from the of this territory. 



9tfai? Coupon to 

JAMES R. H. WAGNER 

'President 

San Vicente Land Gomfiany 

Capital, $200,000.00 

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 




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"YOU" 



ARE 



Stkamkn ALLIANCE of Coot Iat. 3am Francesco and Portland 



WANTED 



At NORTH HEM), on COOS BAY, OREGON. Opportunity 

is here awaiting the "Hour and the Man". Over one hundred 

billion feet of uncut timber and eight hundred million tons of coal 

await the ax and the pick. 

North Bend-Its Payroll Talks 

Of NORTH BEND'S present site was a tract of timber in 1902 
" — today there are 2200 people. 1 $60,000 is the monthly pay- 
roll, conceded to be the largest in the United States for a city of 
this .size. 1 $700,000 were expended for building and improve- 
ments in the year 1906. .1 Coos Bay is the next harbor for Trans- 
Pacific traffic on the Pacific Coast of the United States. 1 Congress 
has ordered a survey of the Coos Bay Bar for the purpose of giving 
it the same depth as Golden Gate — 40 feet. 1 Puget Sound, Coos 
Bay and Golden Gate stand in a class alone as Pacific sea ports. 
1 Lumber mills, ship yards, machine shops, and quarries are here 
and generous inducements are held out for others. 1 Come now and 
"Beat the Railroad." 



Lovkr'i Lans in Simpson Park 




WRITK THK 

North Bend Chamber 
of Commerce 

NORTH BEND, COOS BAY, 
OREGON 



An onmnintioii of the ritiien* 
for tin- uplmiliiinit and develop- 
ment of the Coo» B»y country. 



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VACATION TRIPS 

IN OREGON AND CALIEORNIA 



Send for any of the following publications. 
They tell all about the most beautiful and 
attractive summer retreats in the west and 
are a splendid aid in deciding where to go 

Oregon Outings 

Restful Recreation Resorts 

Shasta Resorts 

Lake Tahoe and the High Sierras 

Yosemite Valley and the Big Trees 

Kings River Canyon and the Giant Forest 

Big Trees of California 

Hotel del Monte 

Southern California 

Sent free to any address on receipt of a 
two-cent postage stamp for each publica- 
tion. Write to 

WM. McMURRAY 

General Passenger Agent, Southern Pacific Co. (Lines in Oregon) 
PORTLAND, OREGON 

OR 

CHARLES S. fEE 

Passenger Traffic Manager, Southern Pacific Co. 
SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. 

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CAMP YOSEMITE 

YOSEMITE VALLEY, CALIFORNIA 

GLACIKR POINT CAMP AND SENTINEL HOTKL UNDER SAME MANAGEMENT 



SITUATED just to the rijjht of Yosemite Falls, in a magnificent grove of 
black oaks, about half ■ mil.- from the Hotel, in the "IDEAL CAMPING 
SI'OT" of all Yosemite. Table and service excellent. Bath house on 
grounds. Sanitary arrangements perfect. Electric lights. Particular 
attention is called to the location of this camp, it being situated ofT the 
main driveway, guests having the same privacy as in a camp of their own. In 
direct telephonic communication with the Sentinel Hotel, Glacier Point, the 
Livery Stables and all points in the Valley. Mail, express and laundry called 
for and delivered. Resident physician. Camp Yosemite coupons good at camp 
at Glacier Point ; also at the hotels at their face value. 

Ladies, unaceompanied by gentlemen, can spend the entire summer at the 
Camp, and be assured of every attention and courteous treament by all. MISS 
FRANCES HICKEY, who has been in charge of the Camp since its opening, will 
see that you are made to feel at home and that nothing is left undone which 
might add to your pleasure or comfort. 

At the Camp will be found GALEN CLARK, the discoverer of the Mariposa 
Big Tree Grove, and one of the first white men to enter the Yosemite Valley. 
Mr. Clark is probably more familiar with Yosemite, and its Indian legends, than 
any other living exponent, and consequently makes a very interesting host at 
the camp-fire in the evening. 

SCAMP YOSEMITE, American Plan, $2.00 Per Day 
SENTINEL HOTEL, American Plan, $3.00 to $4.00 Per Day; 
$20.00 to $25.00 Per Week 

FOR FURTHER INFORMATION ADDRESS 

J. B. COOK, Yosemite, California 

The Southern Pacific Agencies; the SanU Fe Agencies; The Yosemite Valley 
Railroad, Merced, California; or Peck's Information Bureaus. 



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The Pacific Monthly 

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A dictionary of the English language, with copious etymologies accur- 
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Additional to Its depart- 
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printing.arbitarysigns.etc. 
Examples of new words: 
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Summer Excursions 

GLACIERS, TOTEMS, GRAND SCENERY 

IJVS1DE PJtSSJiGF. SEJtSlCKMF.SS UNKNOWN 

S. S. "SPOKANE" 

Jun» 14, 38; July 13, 36; J§ugutt 9 

S. S. "QUEEN" 

July 16 
Carrying Only Flrtt Clam* Round Trim 

Excursion Paiftnfcri 

For reservation*, rate*, literature and full information 
apply to Company's Agent, 

C. D. DUNANN. Gen'l Pass. Agt., SAN f RANCISCO 






MOUNT TACOMA 

AND 

THE RAINIER NATIONAL PARK 
THE "WONDERLAND OF THE CASCADES" 

S.i tour "t the Nnrthweat i« complete without a Ytait to thifcimlorihahlr rerion. MT. 
1 \c uM \ with ita *rand 1 4.MS ft vnlmnicpnUc. wonderful rWera of Ire. mllMin rxt 
with >;iwninc irc Taaaea hundred* of feet deep, ruavd canyona beautif- 
rill, ami entr.imin« pork*, which contain nearly JOO rarictlea of wild 
that bloom within a atep of perpetual aoow, aflbrda 
the tourist nnd niitht aeer more Taried arenerj" and 
natural wonder* tlian any other one apot on the 
• hotels and accommodation*. 
Kor fri-c ill .• matter, addreaa 

*— ntfwiwpr rnwfcwt leA 12 

TACOMA EASTERN RAILROAD COMPANY 

Tacoma. Wn h. 



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GOING EAST 

VIA 

SALT LAKE ROUTE 

insures the traveler a delightful and comfortable 
trip, free from the discomfort of dust (the road- 
bed is oiled) and if he travels on the 

Los Angeles Limited 

electric fans keep the summer temperature at a 
moderate degree. The luxurious equipment of 
sleepers, observation cars and diners, of this 
palatial train, and the beautiful scenery enroute 
are appreciated by discriminating travelers. It 
leaves Los Angeles daily at 10 a. m. and runs via 
Salt Lake Route, Union Pacific and North 
Western lines 

To Chicago in 3 Days 

Your patronage will be appreciated on your 
next trip East. 

Low rate excursion tickets to many eastern 
points are now on sale from all Salt Lake Route 
stations in California. 

You ought to go one way at least via Salt 
Lake City. 

Let us give you more particulars. 

F. A.WANN, Geni Traffic Manager 
T. C. PECK, Gen'l Passenger Agent 
Los Angeles, Cal. 



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LOW RATES 




EAST 



^ You Can Now Make Your Arrancrmrnt* *o Visit Ihe C= 



Jamestown Exposition 

( )r any other point in the East, this Summer, and take 

advantage of the very low ROUND-TRIP 

rates that have just been 

fixed upon by 

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Oregon Railroad 
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Tl> \ 11 TO A 1! 


Chicago 


$71.o< 


j Omaha $60.00 

SiouxCity 60.00 
1 KansasCity. ! 60.00 


$52.."'' 1 


St. Louis 


67.50 
63.16 


60.00 


52.50 


St. Paul 


66.66 


52.50 



A— From Portland, Aatoria and i*ii|ret Sound I'nlnt*. 

B — From ftpiikaiif, I'mntiUa, Huntington, and liiltTinedlate polnta, Including 
Wallare and Council brain hc». 

Corresponding Reductions From All 
Other Points in Oregon and Washington 

Reduced Rates Have Been Made to Jamestown and Return from All Eastern Cities 

Tickets will be on sale June 6, 7, 8; July 3, 4, 5; August 
8, 9, 1 0; September 11,12,13. 

A lilrect route* both waya. II -On* way through California. 

Ten day* allowed for going trip. BO day* for return. Htopover* at pleasure 
■ inn., limit*. 



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or 8. P. Co. Agent, or address 



WM. McMURRAY, 



PORTLAND. OREGON 



General Passenger Agent 






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THE NEW INDEPENDENT TELEPHONE CO. 
WILL ENTER RICH FIELD 



FIEST OFFERING OF STOCK IN THE SOUTHERN 
TELEPHONE-ELECTRIC COMPANY. 

The telephone has become one of the most impor- 
tant factors in the business and social life of the 
entire world. This is especially true of the United 
States. The telephone is constantly in demand by 
the people, and although furnished at a very rea- 
sonable rental, it has been found to be a very prof- 
itable investment. Large percentages have been 
made by those holding securities of telephone com- 
panies. 

The Southern Telephone-Electric Company was 
organized principally to conduct a telephone business 
in one of the richest sections of the United States, 
viz., the State of Texas, constructing and operating 
both long distance and local telephone systems. 

Mr. E. L. Swaine, President, in speaking of the 
plans of operation, states as follows; "The Com- 
pany now owns the Fort Worth Long Distance Tele- 
phone Company, and will soon acquire extensions 
for the construction and operation of local exchanges 
in a number of towns in the State of Texas. 

"The Company will hold control of the long dis- 
tance lines, which will enable us to protect the 
business of local exchanges, besides bringing a good 
revenue. 

"When a local plant has been constructed and in 
operation, a company will be formed among the 
business men of the community. They will sub- 
scribe for the stock, as it will pay a good interest 
on the Investment, and they will be the owners of 
the property In their own town. 

"The Southern Telephone-Electric Company will 
receive for such plants from the new local com- 
panies, part cash and part bonds, based on the 
earning power of the companies, which cash and 
bonds will give a very good profit on the work of 
construction, and place ns In a position to turn 
over the funds again In another locality. 

"The profits in the telephone business have proved 
very satisfactory, paying good percentages on bonds 
and stocks, besides enabling the companies to lay 
aside a fair surplus. This refers to the operating 
companies, from which class we expect to secure 
a portion of our earnings, the greater part to come 
from the profits on construction. It Is the Inten- 
tion to set aside for saie only snfflcient stock to 
provide capital to carry on the work in hand, which 
will enable us to pay very satisfactory dividends on 
the outstanding stock." 

THE SOUTHERN TELEPHONE-ELECTRIC COM- 
PANY 

Is a corporation duly organized and Incorporated 
under the laws of the Territory of Arizona. The 
capital stock is ten million dollars ($10,000,000), 
divided Into one hundred thousand (100,000) shares 
of a par value of one hundred dollars ($100) per 
share. The stock Is fully paid and forever non- 
assessable. There is no preferred stock and no 
bonded indebtedness. Each an/ every share of stock 
is on an equal basis. The organization or charter 
member price of this stock has been placed at a 
low price. This price will be advanced at an early 
date, for this first allotment is being subscribed 
rapidly. Every share of stock issued at the present 
time has been paid for In full at that figure. Not 
one single share of promotion stock has been Issued. 
The officers and directors of this corporation have 
paid the same price for their own stock that they 
offer It to their friends and acquaintances. 

The affairs of the corporation will be under the 
management of the following Board of Directors: 

E. u Swaine. General Manager of the Home Tel- 
ephone and Telegraph Company of Los Angeles, Cal. 

R. J. McHugh, Chief Installer and Pacific Const 
Sales Manager of the Kellogg Switch Board and 
Supply Company. 

N. F. Wilson. San Francisco. Cal. 

Ernest A, Olds. Superintendent of Construction of 
the Ilome Telephone and Telegraph Company of Los 
Angeles, Cal. 

H, L. Edwards, Superintendent of the Contract- 
ing Department of the Home Telephone and Tele- 
graph Company. 

F. J. Norris. Cashier of the Occidental Trust and 
Savings Bank of Los Angeles. Cal.. and former 
auditor of the Home Telephone and Telegraph 
Company. 



J. N. Cl Rech, Attorney, Los Angeles, Cal. 

Edgar A. Sharp, Attorney, Los Angeles, Cal. 

The officers of the Company are: 

E. L. Swaine. President; N. F. Wilson, First 
Vice-President; II. L. Edwards. Second Vice-Presi- 
dent; E. A. Olds, Third Vice-President: J. N. O. 
Rech, Secretary; F. J. Norrls, Treasurer; It. J. 
McIIugh, Chief Engineer. 

The men who will have charge of the field work 
and operation o' the affairs of the Southern Tele- 
phone-Electric Company are all practical, successful 
telephone men of unquestioned Integrity and special 
ability In their particular branch of technical effort. 

The territory In which this corporation will oper- 
ate is no less than the cotton belt of Texas, a belt 
containing a greater population than the three Pa- 
cific States, California. Washington and Oregon, 
combined. This is today, in the minds of these 
men. the best and richest territory in the United 
States for the operations of such a corporation. 

So much work has already been done and so much 
progress made that no other company, even should 
it possess the same financial advantages and the 
same able Board of Directors, could possibly be- 
come a competitor. This is a big element in the 
success of this corporation. 

The territory or field which has been selected by 
this Board of Directors is one of the richest in the 
United States and at present almost overlooked, 
except by the interest controlled by the Bell Tele- 
phone. 

NEW TELEPHONE COMPANY OFFERS SMALL 
INVESTOR AN UNUSUAL OPPORTUNITY. 

The time has come when the people ought to own 
the public service corporations, and they are going 
to own them. too. Here is an opportunity for a 
small investor to buy stock that should ultimately 
make him financially independent. The conditions 
that make possible the success of this corporation 
are many times more promising than they were when 
the Bell Telephone stock was first offered to the 
public. 

The money for carrying out the plans of this 
enterprise Is being raised by the sale of common 
stock. Every man or woman that wants a share of 
this stock In the Southern Telephone-Electric Com- 
pany will be on an equal footing, first, last and 
all 'the time. The full par value of the shares is 
$100. fully paid and forever non-assessable; but. 
like all large enterprises, the first stock sold must 
be offered at a big sacrifice in order to quickly raise 
sufficient capital to put the company on a good 
dividend-earning basis. A nortlon of the $100 
shares of the Southern Telephone-Electric Company 
is, therefore, offered at a low price. The shares 
that are invested In at this low price will, in a 
few months, not only be worth their full par value, 
but many times more. The shares of the Home 
Telephone Company in Los Angeles could have been 
bought three or four years ago for only 10 cents on 
a dollar. These shares of common stock are now 
earning dividends, after the company has paid oot 
thousands of dollars on a tremendous bond issue. 

SOUTHWESTERN SECURITIES CO. 
200-231 Delbert Block. Ran Francisco. 
515-516 Central Bank Bldg.. Oakland. 
406 I. W. Hellman Bldg., Los Angeles. 
1506 Stout St.. Denver. Colo. 
3 and 4 Mercantile Block, Salt Lake. 
300-301 Tilford Bldg., Portland. 
610-611 Eitel Bldg., Seattle. 

INFORMATION COUPON. 

Southwestern Securities Co. , Fiscal Agents. 
I am Interested In your SOUTHERN TELE- 
PHONE-ELECTRIC COMPANY, and if my request 
will not obligate me In any way I shall be glad 
to receive further Information. 



Name 



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resold within 24 hours at an advance of 10 to 25%. Leading Portland 
citizens are building homes there now. Only 2% miles from down town; 
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electric light; telephones; building restriction. A timely investment in 
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"The conservation of our national resources and 
their proper use constitute the fundamental problem 
which underlies almost every other problem of. our 
national life." 

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fear prosecution by us, naturally endeavor to break down 
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keep a home clean. Every child knows what SAPOLIO is and 
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Its hall mark is "service" its pride is cleanliness. The esteem won by 
5AP0LI0 as a home keeper guarantees the worth of its kindred product, 
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AS YOU KNOW 

The famous Marshal] \ Stearns Patented Wall Beds and Fixtures have com- 
pletely solved the Apartment House problem, tor the housekeeper as well as for the 
arcliiteet and builder. And 

YOU ALSO KNOW 

That these space comfort-affording ami income-increasing Patented 

Wall Beds and Fixtures are now universally recognized us a "Standard" and are 

rapidly being adopted all over the country in Apartment Houses, Hotels and private 
homes. Hut 

YOU MAY NOT KNOW 

That the demand tor the .Marshall & Stearns goods is so tremendous that the 
Company is called upon to do a business during 1907 which necessitates the selling 
of some of its Preferred Stock, thus increasing its working capital to meet this un- 
precedented demand. And 

YOU WILL BE GLAD TO KNOW 

■y cent received from the sale of the 10,000 shares of 6 per cent Pre- 

d for public subscription will be turned into the treasury of the 

corporation and used IMMEDIATELY to increase its earning capacity; and that to 

make the investment doubly attractive, one share of Common Stock will be given 

AS A BONUS with each share of Preferred Stock sold. And 

OF COURSE, YOU KNOW 

That such an investment opportunity rarely comes but once in a lifetime, and 
that Y<U" should take advantage of it before this small block of stock is sold. 
Finally, here are a few additional facta 

YOU SHOULD KNOW 

About the Marshall & Stearns Company and this 6 per cent Preferred Stock: 
1 1 ) The Company is incorporated under the laws of California with an authorized 
capital stock of $1,000,000, of which $250,000 is 6 per cent Preferred and $750,000 
Common Stock, each having a par value of $10 per share, FULLY PAID; (2) the 
Company has hitherto been a close corporation with not a share of stock owned 
exci pt by its founders and present exclusive owners; (3) the profits from the un- 
orders now on the books are sufficient to pay a 6 per cent dividend on the en- 
tire Preferred Stock and a substantial dividend on the Common Stock; (4) not one 
cent in dividends can be paid to the present owners, represented by the Common 
Stock, until the full dividend of 6 per cent per annum, payable quarterly, has been 
paid on all the Preferred Stock; (5) after the payment of the 6 per cent dividends on 
the Preferred and Common Stock, additional earnings will be divided equally, share 
and share alike. 

This stock will be sold in large or small blocks to the LARGE or SMALL 

INVESTOR 

The "House Ideal," showing how the saving of space is effected by the Mar- 
shall & Steams patents, mailed FREE upon reo 

For further information, write or call at the Los Angeles office. 



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SAM FRAHCISOO, BO* Eddy Slraat SEATTLE, SOT -a Bailey Building 

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Contents for August, 1907 

PRESIDENT ROOSEVELT AT HIS DESK Frontl*! 

■ a Recent Photograph. 

THE WAT Or THE LAID TRANSGRESSOR . I.ute Pease 14* 

(The Wast and the President's Lan ! Policies ) 
Illustrated from Photographs. 

WESTERN AFT AimB AT WASHINOTON \: . .tt 165 

II! FratB Photographs. 

THE SETTLER. CHAPTERS XX-XXXEX . Herman Whltaker 177 

THE MAW WHO WAS HOT QUITE SURE iSt.uyi II Austin Adams 19S 

THE MONEY MIRAGE (Story) .... v.. I'. Riggers 201 

THE VIGILANTES i Verse) Margaret Ashmun 203 

THE GLORIES OP VALDEZ Ml 

Uona In Color of Eight Photographs, by Cantwell. 

XINOFISHERS William L. Flnley 217 

Illustrated from Photographs by Herman T. Bohlman. 

TRAPPING IN TEE GOLDEN NORTH perclval Nash 225 

Illustrated from Photographs by the Author. 

VICTORIA, THE REMXMBERED .... John Fleming Wilson 237 

111" mi Photographs by Fleming Brothers. 

THE CRUCIFIXION YUCCA (Verse) Adelaide Wilson 247 

BACHIN , Wt-.-i Charles B. Clark. Jr. 248 

THE ENGAGEMENT OP ALLEN SOMXRS (Story) Agnes Foster Buchanan 249 

Illustrated by Kieanor Walla Plaw. 

HISTORY, riCTION AND THE POINT OP VTEW Port.-r CJamett 259 

IDLE DAYS OP THE HEW YORK STAGE; A GLANCE 

BACKWARD AND FORWARD William Winter Ml 

IMPRESSIONS Charles Krsklne Scott Wood 268 

THE SOUL OP A CITY i V. rse) .... Harley R. Wiley 271 

THE TRANSFORMATION Or A DESERT Fred R- Reed 2T - 

OPPOHTUHITT AND A SWEDE Fred Lockl.y 276 

Illustrated Ir^m I'lmtographs. 

THE lighter SIDE .... Hugh Herdman 



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■ l*n, $2 00 a year In adram-e. IHinsiiltwn ahonid nmlt to ua In P. o. or ripreaa money 
In l.nnk rbecka. drafta or r-irl.ter.-.l I. iter. 
i HANIiBS Of AUDRESM: When a change of add re.. I. ordered, both the new and the old addreaa 

mn. i he siren, and notice aent three wck. before the rhange I. ,le-lr..l 
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CtiRRKMiiM>i:\i-E aboold alwaya be addreaaed to The Perine Monthly. Lafayette Building. Portland, 
Oregon. 

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Your Daughter Fitted 
For Life's Work 

At St. Mary's Academy and College 

T l» Thornue-h To give the best possible mental, moral, physical and prac- 
. »u' tical training. This principle for forty-nine years has gov- 

in Everything erned the stu dent life of St. Mary' s Academy and College. 



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■ home environment with the gentle association of quite refined, cultured 
excellent training in music and art, the healthful enjoyment of 
' games and the physical development attained by systematic gym- 
training, the pleasures of a large natural campus, the numerous 
"le seashore, excursions to nearby parks, the privileges of hear- 
: best singers and musicians, always accompanied by chaperons. 
These unequaled advantages of our academic and collegiate educa- 
tion combine to mako your daughter a woman of the highest re- 
finement, polish anil culture. 

St. Mary's students come from all parts of the middle West, 
x^ the Coast and Alaska. Both day and resident students 

I *fe "^t^N\ are received. 

*„ ^ 'O s Last year 440 students were enrolled. Be ready to 
enroll at the opening of the term Sept. 9th. 

Write Today for Booklet, Con- 
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EDUCATIONAL 



EDUCATIONAL 



Miss C 




Mason's Surburban 
School 

For Girls 

and 

Young 

Women 

The Castle 

Tarry town 

on Hudson. 

N. V. 

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ST. HELENS' HALL 

PORT/.W.VB. OREGOM 

T) KSIDENT anil Day School for gf] 
inv; the Diocesan School of the 1 
pal Church, umlrr the care of the Sisters of 
St. John Baptist (Episcopal). Collegiate, 
Academic and Elementary departments. 
Advantages in Music, Art and Elocution. 
Gymnasium. Thirty-ninth year begins Sep- 
tember 16th, 1907. For catalogue address 

THE SISTER SUPERIOR 



Edgeworlh Boarding and Day Schoo 

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THE LARGEST TRAINING SCHOOL 
OF ACTING IN AMERICA 

Regular term begins 
San Francisco, Aug. 19. Chicago, Sept. 9. 

Mr. Gerson will have permanent and per- 
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Positions Secured For Graduate*. 
Professional Kxpcriencc While Studying. 
No Long Terms. 
Six Months Graduating Course. 
School Open Kntirc Year. 
Students Can Enter Any Time. 
Kvtning Class For Those Employed 
During The Day. 

This School Gives More Performances, 
and Secures More Engagements for its 
Students Than any Similar School in 
America. Send fcr Catalogue. 

Pacific coast students, address 

THE PAUL GERSON DRAMATIC SCHOOL 

San Francisco, Cal. 

And for Chicago school, to 
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Hill MILITARY 
IBILL ACADEMY 

A Boardinf and Day School for Boy*. Manual Training-. 
Military Ditdpline. College Preparation. Boyi of any are ad- 
mitted at anytime. Write for Illustrated Catalogue. 

Dr. J. W. HILL. Proprietor and Principal 
PORTLAND. OREGON 



PACIFIC UNIVERSITY 

1- ' ■HI ST < . H< '\ 1 ■:. < >M I- ■< .• N 

STANlis rOB Hi— r IN 1:1 ) I 'CATION* 
Thorough training in college studies, six courses with elective*. Academy prepare* for any college. Con- 
Music gives instruction of high grade. Classes in Mechanical and Freehand Drawing, Paint- 
1 I and Typewriting. All clean athletics encouraged. Skilled instructor in charge ofGymnaaium 
m. Handsome new Women's llnll. comjilrte with modern furnishing affords pleasant and safe 
home for ynn.g women. Write for catalogue and illustrated literature. 

CALIFORNIA MILITARY ACADEMY 

SANTA MONICA, LOS ANGELES COUNTY, CALIFORNIA 

Prepare* for all College* and Scientific Schools, Kast and Wea. 
Calvary Organisation. 

- he summer, 
riled facilities for swimming, fishing, riding, mountain climbing, etc 
term opens Wednesday. September nth, 1907. 
ntalogue and terms, address THE ACADEMY. 



lPORTL^.TVI> ACADEMY 

The nineteenth year opens September 16. 1907. 

ademy nroper fits boys and girls for Kastern and Western college. 
A primary and grammcr school receives boys and girls as early as the age ol 6, and fits them for the 

A gymnasium in cflarge of a skilled director. Track and field atheletics. 

idemy has a boarding hall for girl*, well appointed and under excellent care and supervision. 
Foe catalogue or further information addresa PORTLAND ACADEMY, PORTLAND, OREGON 



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Ladies travelling alone are assured of courteous attention. AMOS H- WHIPPLE PROPRIETOR. 

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VOL. XVIII 



AUGUST UK)7 



No. 2 



The Way of the Land Transgressor 



Bv Lute Pease 



I. The West and the President's Land Policies 




UK most vital internal prob- 
lem of the I'nited States," 
dedans President Hoosevelt, 
"is tln> forest question," and 
of tremendous importance 
■bo be regards tlie coal-land 
ii. laying down the principle that 
"from henceforth the nation should retain 
title to its fuel resources and its right to 
supervise their development in the interest 
of the public as a whole"; again he enun- 
ciates a similar principle re gardi ng range 
resources. "Public sentiment in favor of the 
rvative use of all the natural reaomeea 
of the country is rapidly gr o w ing stronger, 
and in my opinion the time has come when 
definite action must be taken toward a proper 
I in the use of the public grazing 
lands." 

Whether or not the President's forest pol- 
icy, range leasing plan and coal-land-lcasim; 
proposition are "socialistic." "paternalist ie." 



and "not in harmony with our institutions 
and time -honored practices." they are vigor 
ously advocated by the greatest leader of 
public opinion and the acutest observer of 
popular tendencies of the time. That they 
are founded on common sense and the A 
to secure the greatest good to the whole peo- 
ple seems quite evident. 

These grant measures are rooted in the ad- 
ministration's determination to prevent the 
Nation's remaining resources from passing 
into monopolistic control~^-wasteful and op- 
pressive — in plain terms, the determination 
to head off the land irrabbers and land loot- 
ers who have so long nest feathered at the 
Nation's expense. Not that great blame at- 
taches to them on that score, for the ban 
had been kept down and the way smoothed, 
while the land laws were laughing stock 
throughout the West. 

The "advertisement of fraud in connec- 
tion with the public land system" is de 



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plored by the President, and the only way 
to stop it "is by putting a stop to the fraud 
itself." Public opinion, however, is a very 
important ally to the forces interfering with 
fraud; and "advertisement" is surely the 
best method to inform and stimulate public 
sentiment, and perhaps the best way to get 
a full understanding of the value of the 
new land policies is to have an understand- 
ing of the frauds, their extent, their perpe- 
trators and the tricks employed to evade the 
various laws. 

It will be the purpose of the ensuing 
articles to discuss these policies in detail and 
in connection therewith to trace more or less 
intimately the history of some of the fa- 
mous frauds. 

The trail of the land grabbers has a thou- 
sand branches, interweaving and zig-zagging 
over all the reach of range and plain west of 
the Mississippi, and eastward, too, even 
through the bronze doors of the National 
Capital, and into the dingy corridors of the 
Land Office. It is blazed by the sinister 
marks of hundreds of indictments and lit- 
tered with the melancholy ruins of scores 
of once envied reputations; here and there 
it is even shadowed with tragedy. 

Moralists have reveled in the opportunities 
for setting forth lessons from the downfall 
of transgressors; and there are apologists. 
too, loud in high places, arguing in the face 
of the plain facts that there has been "only 
a minimum of fraud, but a maximum of ex- 
aggeration and persecution." 

Mr. Roosevelt took occasion to reply to 
some of these in a special message to Con- 
gress last February, indicating that the sur- 
face of land iniquity has not been much more 
than scratched into. He says: 

T wish to express my utter and complete 
dissent from the statements that have been 
made as to there being but a minimum of 
fraud in the actual working of our present 
land laws. I am exceedingly anxious to pro- 
tect the interests of bona fide settlers and to 
prevent hardship being inflicted upon them. 
But surely we are working in their interests 
when we try to prevent the land which 
should be reserved for them and for those 
like them from being taken possession of for 
speculative purposes, or obtained in any 
fraudulent fashion. . . . But there have 
been here and there a limited number of field 
examinations in which direct investigation 
by Government oflSeials was added to the evi- 
dence furnished by claimants. Summarizing 



the results, it appears that in four districts 
nearly 2,300 cases were examined, and that 
in over half the law had not been complied 
with, the failure being in each case on some 
essential feature, and in very many cases 
showing deliberate fraud. In six months 
ending December 31 last our present insuffi- 
cient force of special agents secured indict- 
ments in 197 actions for fraud, twenty-six of 
which have been tried, resulting in fourteen 
convictions and twelve acquittals. In the 
forest reserves, where we have been able to 
examine a great number of claims, in about 
one-third the law was not complied with. 
. . . Surely such a showing renders it 
impossible to say that there is no fraud, and 
therefore no need of striving to detect and 
prevent fraud. On the contrary, there is 
urgent need for such effort in the interest not 
only of the honest observance of the law, but 
in the interest of honest and bona fide settlers. 

Certain Senators and Congressmen have 
not hesitated to fling slurs at earnest public 
servants, from the President and Secretary 
of the Interior, to energetic special agents of 
the Land Office, for the performance of their 
plain duty. They have succeeded year after 
year in blocking urgently asked reform legis- 
lation. 

Moreover, many executive officials in the 
past have signally failed in their duty to the 
people. Indeed, in the study of this subject, 
one is led to the conviction that the greatest 
transgressor of all has been the United 
States Government. 

The public lands do not belong to the Gov- 
ernment. They belong to you and me and 
all the people of the Nation. The Govern- 
ment is our trustee. Says the Supreme 
Court : 

"The Government may deal with such 
lands precisely as a private individual may 
deal with his farming property. It may sell 
or withhold them from sale. It may grant 
them in aid of railways or other public enter- 
prises. It may open them to homestead or 
pre-emption settlement, but it would be rec- 
reant in its duties as trustee for the people 
of the United States to permit any individual 
or private corporation to monopolize tliem 
for private gain." 

But the Government was long so recreant 
in its duties as trustee that had it not a few 
years ago awakened to a sense of its obliga- 
tion, it may not be too much to say that 
almost every available remaining acre valu- 
able for timber, coal or other resource would 




I'r.ttn Copyright 1'hotograph by Harri* & Kwing, Washington. 
Jamm Rudolph <!arf>' larp of thr Interior. Who l» Familiarizing Himtelf 

h thr I'ublir-t.iinil I'rohU mn by a Tour of thr H'rjl. .Mr. tlarfirld't Hperches 
and I'Tsntmlit" .!>• C rt at t np a Mont Farorahlr Imprestion of thr ' tary 

Throughout thr Wrstrrn Statr*. 



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by today have been grabbed into monopo- 
listic control. 

For the great i - ise in land values all over 
the country during the past few years, the 
exhaustion of Eastern timber and depletion 
of Eastern coal resources, the efforts of 
capital seeking investment, and the ever- 
increasing demand for stock range has ex- 
traordinarily stimulated onslaughts upon the 
public domain. 

Opportunity makes the land thief as well 
as any other variety, and for years the Gov- 
ernment encouraged thievery — for does not 




Reproduced by Permission of the Forest Service, 
Department of Agriculture. 

A Typical "Dummy" Locator's "Homestead." 



non-enforcement of the law encourage 
crime? Not only did the Government long 
wink at fraud, but Congress more than once 
invited it by enacting laws facilitating it. 

Much has been said about "the land con- 
science." "People, however honest in other 
matters, never have considered it wrong to 
violate dead-letter laws if by so doing they 
could get land from the Government." 
"Everybody did it and nothing was said." 
"Everybody has the right to locate a hun- 
dred and sixty acres, and how is the Govern- 



ment concerned with what is done with the 
land?" "Whose business is it, if before we 
located we had agreed to sell the land to 
somebody else after we got patent? What 's 
it to the Government if somebody did let us 
have the money to 'prove up,' with the un- 
derstanding that we 'd give a deed to it some 
time? What is the difference, as regards the 
wrong, whether we sell or agree to sell the 
land in advance of patent and in deciding to 
sell it ten years later? If it 's a crime to 
sell it at one time, it ought to be at the 
other." 

"Why," once exclaimed to me a venerable 
Western lawyer of great attainments, "no- 
body is robbed — there is no robbery. The 
locator gets value for the exercise of his 
right as a citizen ; the Government gets 
paid its price for the land, and the land goes 
to the man or company that sooner or later 
puts it in use, while the state begins to get 
annual taxes, which it did not get before; 
so nobody is hurt, but everybody profits, 
though," he added, "of course perjury may 
have been suborned — but that was sanctioned 
by common usage in land matters." 

This is the "land conscience." We should 
soon have a "pocketbook conscience," if no 
one were punished for pocket-picking, and 
the custodians of pocketbooks winked at the 
pickers and smilingly held hands aloff for 
the looters' greater convenience. 

It seems elemental to say that it is the 
Government's business to know what a lo- 
cator intends to do with his land. Some- 
body is robbed if the locator's actions are 
merely in the interest of a speculator or 
land grabber. You and I or future citizens 
of the Nation are robbed of some opportuni- 
ties to secure homes, and the West is robbed 
of opportunities for natural development 
where large areas are held for speculation. 
Furthermore, the whole Nation is robbed by 
having its lumber, coal and other resources 
grabbed out of its possession into the 
clutches of a few for unrestricted exploita- 
tion. 

"Why this great ado about fraud and 
crime?" is the cry of the transgressor. 
"The laws which have been broken were 
everywhere regarded as dead-letter regula- 
tions and it is a well recognized principle that 
where public opinion sanctions the violation 
of a law such violation is not criminal." 

And it mav be true that the United States 






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149 



Government by its former recreancy has 
made unwitting criminals of hundreds of re- 
spectable citizens, ignorant or deceived about 
the legality of their actions by attorneys or 
ration agents who knew better. 

lint it should be denied that general West- 
ern -entiinent has favored or condoned land 
law-breaking. For the past twenty-five years 
we have observed such action with a sort 
of dull wonder that practically nothing was 
done to check it. We have seen clerks, cow- 
boys, school teachers, tramps, laborers, 
preachers, every sort and condition of men 
and women, go blithely forth to "take up a 
claim." make atlidavit that it is for their 
own use and benefit, not for speculative pur- 
poses or in the interest of another, and in 
due time, after a "constructive" residence. 
"l>rovc up" and promptly deed the land over 
to the "innocent purchaser." We have seen 
men going about offering people four or five 
dollars for the "use of their rights" ; we have 
seen huge areas of public land fenced about 
••kmen. or held by them through fraud- 
ulently acquired homesteads giving monop- 
oly of the water courses; we have known or 
heard of innumerable cases where legitimate 
settlers or entrymen have been intimidated 
and .sometimes shut if they refused to move, 
and we have wondered. 

"Do you want to make a piece of money?" 
has been the stereotyped enticing question 
asked by the professional timber-cruiser, 
range-grabber or coal-land operator. "I can 
put you on to a quarter-section where you 
can get a good price for it when you get 
patent." 

Kvcry fairly intelligent and unprejudiced 
citizen of the West knows what has been go- 
intr on for years, and the vast majority have 
•ued the investigations and rejoiced that 
at last there is a new deal and a "square 
deal" in respect to the administration of our 
public lands and the laws relating to them. 
If it is true that in the past, public sentiment 
nanotioned land-lawbreakins:. that sentiment 
has been revolutionized by Theodore Roose- 
velt. There is little of the "land conscience" 
in evidence today, though a considerable num- 
ber of individuals yet hope that this "era of 
persecution" will soon pass away and the 
good old days of accommodating Ijind Office 
Commissioners and easy-going Secretaries of 
the Interior will come again. 

dl officials in the past have been ac- 



eoaunodatmg or easy-going. Whan William 
A. J. Sparks was Commissioner undci 
rotary Lamar, in Cleveland's time, he an- 
nounced that fraud was rampant and that he 
proposed to enforce the land laws. He fol- 
lowed this by a wholesale holding up of pat- 
cuts and, as far as possible, starting investi- 
gations, for which, like Hitchcock, he was 
roundly abused, but, unlike Hitchcock, he 
was not strongly backed up. His efforts, 
bowaver, largely brought about the important 
reform act of 1891. repealing and modifying 
some bad legislation like the pre-emption 




Reproduced by I'crmiwion of the Forest Service, 
l>enartmcnt of Agriculture. 



A linmretrad in a Tinv Clearing 
It Timber. 



The "Crop" 



law. and laying the foundation for the crea- 
tion of the National Forests, which are the 
Nation's present bulwark against the grab- 
bing of the remnant of public timber-lands. 
Hut in all the long list of Presidents and 
department oflicinls, it was not until the 
hard-headed, square-jawed ex-Police Con- 
ner of New York became the Nation's 
executive and repeated his old-time dictum 
that the laws are on the books to be enforced, 
that any ireneral effort was ever made to 
check the plundering of the public domain. 



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Roosevelt's law-enforcement policy is so 
obviously in the interest of public morals and 
for the preservation of the Nation's resources 
from spoliation and waste that the coun- 
try — the West especially — has listened with 
surprise to outpourings in Congress of sym- 
pathy for the "poor settler" being belabored 
with the Big Stick, or fierce denunciations of 
the manner in which the "development of my 




From Copyright Photograph by Harris & Ewing, 
Washington. 

United States Senator Thomas H. Carter, of Mon- 
tana, One of the Manipulators of the Public- 
Lands Convention, and Perhaps the Shrewdest 
Opponent of the Administration's Public-Land 
Policies. 



state is being retarded by the policy of the 
Secretary of the Interior." 

When, a few months ago, the President, 
fairly aghast at the extent of the frauds as 
revealed by the investigations of Secretary 
Hitchcock and the Interstate Commerce Com- 
mission, ordered the withdrawal from entry 
of millions of acres of co.al land and later 
stopped the issuance of nearly all land pat- 



ents pending investigation by special agents 
of the Interior Department, the outcry shook 
the cobwebs in the uttermost corners of the 
Senate and House. The President had "ex- 
ceeded his powers," and "violated the law 
of the land." 

One after another, Senators Heyburn of 
Idaho, Carter of Montana, Fulton of Oregon, 
Patterson of Colorado, Clark of Wyoming. 
Representatives Cushman of Washington, 
Mondell of Wyoming and others proceeded 
"to take it out" on both Secretary Hitchcock 
and Clifford Pinchot personally. It is n't 
good Western politics now-a-days to whack 
Roosevelt. 

Senators La Follette, Nelson, Spooner, 
Newlands, Beveridge, the California dele- 
gation and others were prominent on the 
other side. Of all the Western opponents to 
the administration's land policies, Senator 
Carter of Montana is undoubtedly the 
ablest and best informed, and he was perhaps 
chiefly instrumental in dealing Secretary 
Hitchcock one sledge-hammer blow on the 
point of the latter's construction of the lieu- 
land law. 

"I place," said he, referring in the Sen- 
ate to Mr. Hitchcock, "I place the responsi- 
bility where I think it belongs — on the shoul- 
ders of those who so connived with the con- 
struction of this law as to pass to the land- 
grant railroads the splendid timber-lands of 
Washington, Idaho and Western Montana 
in exchange for chaparral land in Arizona." 
In spite of some of Mr. Hitchcock's mis- 
takes, however, it will be hard to convince the 
whole West that he was not an honest and 
extraordinarily fearless official. Represen- 
tative Cushman's witty slur at the Secretary, 
made at the last dinner of the Grid-iron 
Club, "when it is known that Hitchcock is 
out, there will not be a dry throat west of the 
Missouri River," by no manner of means 
represents the general Western sentiment 
toward that venerable official. That the ex- 
Secretary's opponents have not yet done with 
him will doubtless appear at the next session, 
for there is apt to be further discussion of 
the San Francisco Mountain Forest Reserve 
question and Mr. Hitchcock's connection 
therewith, a subject that will be considered 
in a later article. 

The strength mustered by the coterie of 
Western Senators and Representatives of the 
Fifty-ninth Congress in opposition to the ad- 




From Copyright ■'holograph by Harris & Ewing. Washington. 
■r V of Agriculture Janet Wilton, of Whoie Department the Forett J?< 
/* a Branch. 



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ministration's public-land policies was tre- 
mendously augmented by the great array of 
Eastern railroad, trust and other anti-Roose- 
velt forces in Congress. The fight, though 
hot all along the line, centered chiefly on the 
Forest Service, and even descended to an 
attempt to prevent an increase of the ridicu- 
lously small salary of Forester Pinchot. 

The most vulnerable point of attack 
seemed to be the question of permitting the 
Forester to continue using for the further 
development and improvement of the service 
the rapidly growing revenue from the sale of 
timber and grazing privileges. Mr. Pinchot 
had made his estimates for the ensuing year, 
calling for greatly increased but necessary 
expenditure. At the same time he advanced 
the suggestion to make the service eventually 
self-supporting under the act then in force. 
There is no precedent for this, however, as 
all other departments of the Government 
turn all receipts into the National Treas- 
ury, and are supported by annual appropria- 
tions therefrom by act of Congress. This 
having control of the National purse by the 
people's representatives is in accordance with 
our popular theory of government, and very 
properly, for a jealous watch is thus set 
over all expenditures by the executive 
branch. Consequently the "opposition" 
found it easy to get through an amendment 
compelling the Forest Service to turn all its 
revenues into the Treasury. 

Thus Forester Pinchot was left in the 
vicinity of Mahomet's coffin, with his splen- 
did organization and his carefully thought- 
out plans in danger of being crippled. There 
was a lull in the fight, with the opposition 
triumphant. At this stage it is said a sort 
of tacit or implied treaty was entered into 
whereby the administration was to make no 
further extension of the forests, in return 
for getting the appropriation needed by the 
service. 

Mr. Pinchot then got his appropriation 
without trouble. But to make assurance 
doubly sure, the opposition secured the act 
giving Congress alone the power to create 
more reserves in the Northwestern States. 

This was an amendment offered by Sen- 
ator Fulton and inserted in a general appro- 
priation bill. On the same date that the Sen- 
ate and House concurred upon this amend- 
ment, but before the bill reached him, the 
President, with doubtless a momentary dis- 



play of those matchless teeth, put his pen 
to proclamations creating nearly all the ad- 
ditions to the forests that had been con- 
the additions to the forests that had been con- 
templated. There can be no doubt that such 
prompt action saved most of the remaining 
timber to the Nation. Thus the administra- 
tion got its money and its forests, too, and 
murmurs not loud but subterranean went up 
from the President's opponents. 

This "defiance of the expressed will of 
Congress" will perhaps have much attention 
at the next session, and an attempt may be 
made to retaliate. However, should the 
President's opponents succeed in cutting 
down the forest reservations it is probable 
that the obnoxious timber-and-stone act and 
the equally obnoxious commutation clause 
of the homestead act will first have to be re- 
pealed. 

Over two years ago the Public Land Com- 
mission, appointed especially to investigate 
the land problem, filed its report, concluding 
with the statement that the fundamental fact 
which characterizes the situation under the 
present land laws is this : 

"That the number of patents issued is in- 
creasing out of all proportion to the number 
of new homes." 

Everybody admits that the present laws are 
misfit, yet Congress has failed to agree on 
any definite action beyond obstruction. The 
character of Western representation is as 
good as any, yet when we hear some of our 
Senators declare that the present is our con- 
cern, not future generations, many regret 
that the caliber of some Western statesman- 
ship is not larger. 

Immediately after the famous order with- 
drawing coal lands and requiring investiga- 
tion of existing entries, the President ap- 
pealed to Congress as follows : 

Let me urge that Congress provide $500,000 
in addition to the present estimates, to be 
immediately applied to the clearing of the 
arrears of business in the General Land Office, 
as regards the detection and prevention of 
fraud in disposing of applications for pat- 
ents to the public lands. The funds appro- 
priated by Congress to protect public lands 
from illegal entry or unlawful appropriation 
have been utterly insufficient to keep pace 
with the vast amount of public-land business. 
For this reason the natural sympathy of the 
administration with bona fide claimants and 
the proper desire to further their interests, 
has led to the use of almost all of this appro- 



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J63 




From Copyright Photograph by Clincdintt. 

Benalor F O yeiclands. of Xrvada, One of the Best Informed Men of the 
Count™ on Public-Land Hatters. He Is Not With the Coterie of Western 
Senator* and Representatives Opposed to the Administration s Land 
Policies. 



print ion. not for the detection and prevention 
of fraud, but for the purpose of hastening the 
routine hearing and office inspection of final 
proof. 

If sufficient money is not now granted 

to i-nahlo the administration both to protect 

the interests of bona fide claimants, and at 

the Muse time to hunt out the fraudulent 

then the responsibility for the delays 



which will necessarily occur, or for the fraud 
which will obtain, can not rest upon the ad- 
ministration. 

Th<- great number of fraudulent eases 
which our lack of means forces us to 
leave undetected brings deep discredit 
on the public-land system of the country, and 
it does not seem to me that there can be any 
apology for the Government's failure to pro 



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vide ample means for their detection and to 
insist upon the means being so used as to 
guarantee their detection, and this can only 
be done if an ample force of inspectors is 
furnished, so that each entry may be inspected 
upon the ground or adequate information ob- 
tained about it that will satisfy us that the 
land is being taken in accordance with law. 
It is not true that any very long time will 
be needed for such inspection. With the 
amount provided for which I have asked, the 
arrears of the work will be brought up within 
a year, and thereafter the work can be kept 
up by a continually diminishing appropria- 
tion. 

The present force of special agents is 
utterly insufficient to conduct the proper field 



failure to prevent fraud of this kind is 
peculiarly serious, because in so many cases 
the success of the fraudulent claimants 
means the prevention of the establishment of 
a home by some honest home-seeker. 

Did Congress act on this appeal? Certain- 
ly. It gleefully took a slap at the President 
by refusing to appropriate a dollar extra 
for special agents and then passed an act 
(Mondell's amendment) providing that no 
appropriated money may be used to investi- 
gate entries "concerning which, on final 
proof, no evidence of fraud or protest has 
been filed." How much evidence of fraud 
would be likely to be filed without oppor- 




Reproduced by Permission of the Forest Service, Department of Agriculture. 

Coal Lands of Southern Wyoming, Where the Government Has Been Defrauded of Great Areas 
of Valuable Coal Lands Under the "Dummy- Locator" System. 



examinations. Without sufficient money it is 
impossible to execute the land laws in reason- 
ably prompt and efficient fashion. The busi- 
ness of the Land Office, because of lack of ap- 
propriations, is far behind. To protect the 
public property, no less than to relieve the 
land claimants, enough money should be given 
for the purposes outlined above, and the ap- 
propriation should be made immediately 
available. Unless such money is given then 
either honest claimants must suffer hardships 
or wrong-doers must be permitted to be the 
beneficiaries of their fraudulent and illegal 
acts. 

From the standpoint of public interest, 



tunity or means to examine the lands was not 
stated by the supporters of the act. 

Senator La Follette sought to substitute 
for this an amendment permitting the Secre- 
tary of the Interior to investigate other land 
entries than homesteads — as the outcry had 
been about hardship to settlers — but that 
was promptly voted down. 

There were approximately 300.000 entries 
pending at the General Land Office, on some 
50,000 of which final proof had been made. 
Now as to hardship to settlers. Any bona 
fide settler has little use for a patent in a 
hurry unless he desires to sell out his claim or 




holograph by Lsngrr of the DaiW Po»t. 
Srnofor C. />. Clark (at Ihr heft) and Frank A H«d*aU. Clo,e friend* of the Coal 
and Railroad Interest*, and Leader* in the Wvoming Delegation 
to the Publir-lAind* Convention. 






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Photograph by Langer of the Denver Post. 

"We Want to Be Let Alone," Cried T. J. 
Walsh, of Montana, One of the Leading 
Speakers of the "Fixed" Program at the 
Public-Lands Convention. 

borrow money — on which point it should not 
be forgotten that the Supreme Court has de- 
cided that the register's final certificate is suf- 
ficient to pass title to land in advance of pat- 
ent. Another mitigating circumstance is that 
the settler remains exempt from taxation 
until his patent issues. 

But a great hardship was worked by that 
order on all the "dummy" entrymen hold- 
ing lands in the interest of syndicates — 
lumbermen, coal companies, range-grabbers, 
etc. Every entryman who had not complied 
with the law was naturally anxious not to 
have his case examined by a special agent, 
as were also his backers. These also very 
naturally loaded the mails to Washington 
with their complaints and perhaps helped 
influence really conscientious Senators to cry 
that "the honor of the West has been 
assailed." 



But in view of the enthusiastic public sen- 
timent of the whole West in favor of the 
National forests, the outburst against their 
administration by Pinchot is rather surpris- 
ing. As to the "undue extension" of the for- 
ests, it would seem that rather more might be 
said of the undue extension of timber lands 
in monopolistic control. The timber lands 
of the whole country are not "tied up." 
Four-fifths of the forests of the United 
States are yet in private control. 

It is interesting to study the various argu- 
ments against the President's Western poli- 
cies. Sectionalism is strongly appealed to. 
In the West we are told that an Eastern 
bureaucracy of "college-kid scientists, 
theorists and visionaries" is attempting to 
govern us. Southern Congressional votes 
are tempted by the cry of "states rights." 
The conservative East is stirred with shouts 
of "paternalism," "socialistic tendency," etc. 

This brings us to brief consideration of 
a remarkable movement which has been char- 
acterized as "The Land-Grabbers' Last 
Stand." 

The Denver Convention, Which Met to "Pro- 
test" But Remained to "Endorse." 

When Governor Buchtel, of Colorado, in 
accordance with resolutions adopted by the 
last General Assembly of his state issued the 
"call" for a Public Lands Convention he 
was careful to have it understood that the 
purpose of this convention was not political, 
not an attack against the administration, but 
merely to secure a fair and true expression 
by the sixteen public-land states and terri- 
tories on all problems affecting the public 
domain. 

The mild old Governor must have been mis- 
led, for even before the convention had met 
abundant evidence cropped forth to indicate 
that it was in reality a craftily devised but 
clumsily carried out scheme to misrepresent 
or discredit the President's land policies and 
humiliate the administration before the coun- 
try at large by an apparent showing of "pro- 
test" from the whole West. 

Governor Buchtel had named a committee 
on program in which one could discover but 
few friends of those land policies. Senator 
Teller, its chairman, was an avowed enemy, 
and as a result the program was packed with 
speeches only by those opposed to the Presi- 
dent. Care was had that no time should be 




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Photograph by Langer of the Denver Post. 

Murdo MacKenzie, President of the American 
National Live Stock Association, the Delega- 
tion From Which It Was Attempted to Ex- 
clude From the Convention, Because of the 
Organization's Stand in Favor of the Admin- 
istration, 

allowed for debate, and only after a shout 
of protest went up against the "pne-sidedness 
of the talks" was any opportunity given for 
a speech by any delegate opposed to the ob- 
viously cut-and-dried program. The pro- 



gram speeches were merely a rehash of what 
had been said by the President's opponents at 
the last session of Congress, and were char- 
acterized by statements to such effect as: 

"We are having thrust upon us a bureau- 
cratic government so ruinous and despotic 
that Russia alone presents its counterpart." 

"We are up against a system of govern- 
ment landlordism so oppressive that the de- 
velopment of the West is being prevented." 

"The bureaucracy is opposed to the poor 
settler, offers unprecedented opportunity for 
graft and operates to the advantage of tim- 
ber barons and stock kings." 

"There are no land frauds worth mention- 
ing." 

"The Constitution is violated and the rights 
of Congress and the sovereign states in- 
fringed." 

In brief, the program as a whole pre- 
sented a line of argument which, as one dis- 
gusted delegate from Oregon put it, had al- 
ready been "shot so full of holes that a sieve 
would look like a brick wall in comparison." 

Long before the convention met a move- 
ment that suggests "a tainted news" cam- 
paign had been under way, notably in the 
Rocky Mountain States. For instance, read 
the following from the Denver Field and 
Farm : 

Westerners trust that the deliberations of 
the convention will result in some good for 
the common people, and this can only be ob- 
tained by adopting rousing resolutions in 
opposition to Government control. Under the 
system proposed by the Federal alienists, the 
land hunger of our people is to be answered 
by the stone of tenantry. No Western settler 
is to be allowed to occupy a tract of brushy, 
rocky hillside for a goat pasture or a wood 
lot. The development of our coal mines, of 
our oil and gas resources, and of course log- 
ically in the fullness of time, of our iron, gold 
and silver mines, is to be at the whim and 
pleasure and under the arbitrary control of a 
Federal inspector, while for the blessed priv- 
ilege of living under this system of Federal 
interference and espionage like the fellah of 
Egypt and the mujik of Eussia we are to pay 
a never-ending tribute in the form of an 
illegal tax into the imperial treasury. It is a 
matter of regret that our people have been 
sleeping on their oars so long that they are 
scarcely awakened to the menace surrounding 
their dangerous position. We are amazed at 
the indifference or the hesitating acquiescence 
of some Western people in the development 
of the Federal policy. While we have been 



THE WAV OP THE LAND TRAN8GBES80B, 



159 




■ 'holograph by Lahger of the Denver Po»t. 
Part of the Oklahoma Delegation. Which Wax Stranglii in Faror of Ihr Administra- 
tion's Policies, l.rft to ftiuht — Doctor David I! Hoxide. President of the Lni- 
versitu of Oklahoma; Paul II Smith. Editor Indian Citizrn, Atoka, Oklahoma, 
and Frank Front:, thr -Hough-Rider Governor" of Oklahoma. 



the bureaucrat* have run in and - 
gated under the name of forest reserve* an 
area almost •■■junl to three states the size of 
Colorado, ainl this vast domain is now under 
the most dictatorial form of aggrandized K" v - 
ernini'iit that ever fell upon the Ameriean peo- 
•><\ yet but few of them seem to realize 
it all means or thev would not have laid 



down so quietly to be trampled under the 
mcrrili-ss })<•••! of a tyranny equal to that of 
/ar of Russia. 

Wyoming and Colorado are notoriously 

ration-ridden" states. The Union Pa- 

ejflfl Railroad Co mpany, with its affiliated 

coal companies, and the Colorado Railroads, 



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From Copyright Photograph by Harris & Ewing, 
Washington. 

United States Senator Warren, of Wyoming, Who 
Appealed for Fair Play at the Public- 
Lands Convention. 



with affiliated coal companies, are just now 
being excessively annoyed by the adminis- 
tration's interference with their plans to ab- 
sorb or control all the valuable coal lands of 
the Rocky Mountain region. These interests 
are said to very largely control the press and 
the public offices throughout that region. The 
charge has been more or less openly made 
that the Public Lands Convention was 
planned as part of a political move by these 
interests aided by the leaders of the same 
coterie of Western Senators and Representa- 
tives who were opposed to the President at 
the last, session of Congress and who were 
very prominent before the convention. 

This remarkable combination is responsi- 
ble for the "packing" of the convention by 
Wyoming and Colorado, by which packing it 
was hoped to secure an expression of ap- 
parently general disapproval of the Presi- 
dent in the West and thereby check the some- 
what alarming symptoms of a "third term" 
demand, and also, by arming Congressional 



opposition with hostile resolutions, enable the 
President's opponents to make a tremendous 
fight next Winter and if possible counter the 
administration's efforts to protect the public 
domain. 

As an example of some of the methods 
used to pack the convention by an over- 
whelming delegation from Wyoming and 
Colorado, a very simple device may be men- 
tioned. A considerable number of mushroom 
business bodies were organized in both 
states, so that in accordance with the con- 
vention "call" each might elect five delegates 
to the convention. One small Wyoming town 




Photograph by Langer of the Denver Post. 

William C. Bristol, of the Oregon Delegation 
(at the right), Stating Some of His Impres- 
sions of the Convention to Chief Forester 
Pinchot. 



T1IK WAV OF THK LAND TRAN8QBE880R. 



llil 



is nid t.. hart organised for this purpose no 
less than six bodies with which to augment 
Wyoming delegation The "packing" 
was so bare-laced that its purpose became 
obvious almost at once. On the second day 
of the convention the credentials committee 
reported a numerical showing as follows: 

Arizona «* 

i alifornia 

Oklahoma 

Montana 

Idaho 

South Dakota 

Nebraska 

Oregon 

Kansas "* 

Utak " 

Nevada 

New Mexico -' 

Washington 3 



I 'J 
6 
i 

u 
a 



Wyoming 
Colorado 



133 
.145 
.386 531 



Total «•» 

Cries of "job" and "bunco" went up from 
the minority, who represented practically all 
that states, and who were overwhelm- 
ingly in favor of the Praridenfi policies. 
Senator Warren, of Wyoming, who is not in 

; id with the real of the delegation from 

ate. arose and said with vehemence: 
I am quite willing to sit liy here as a spec- 
tator, hut I hope we will not have to say after 
this meeting is over with that the State of 
Colorado met here and did so and so. I read 
in a Denver paper that the convention had 
met here to protest against the charging of 
grazing fees, and was very much surprised to 
I. am the true object of the meeting. I 
have Bade up your mind what you propose to 
do, there is no need of a convention. On the 
other band if this is a convention to find out 
the real sentiment of the people of the entire 
West, I appeal to Colorado to play fair, and I 
do not believe this state can afford to have 
the President end Congress hurl back the 
marges that yon have usurped this conven- 
tion by a vote of two to one. 

Representative MondaH, of Wyoming, who 
had promptly moved the adoption of the cre- 
dential committee's report, finally felt 
obliged to withdraw his motion. Mr. Hos- 

dell was oi f the program speaker- who 

had n great deal to say about government 

bureaucracy, landlordism, etc.; he is the 

Mondell whose nnme is attached to an 




l"hoto(tr»ph bjr Lancer of the Denver Pott. 
/;.,. <<ir J. M. Wilton, Chnirmau nf the 
Convention. 



net ot the last Congress dealing a blow to the 
administration's efforts in the detection of 
land frauds; the same Mondell who recently 
felt it advisable to relim|uisli to the (\ 



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ment a considerable tract of land in the 
Wyoming coal regions. 

It was confidently expected, in fact open- 
ly announced in advance by the Denver pa- 




Photograph by Langer of the Denver Post. 

F. H. Newell, Head of the Reclamation Service, 
One of the "Bureaucrats," Whose Bureau, Like 
the Forest Service, Provides No "Pork" for 
Politicians. 



pers, that the convention would pass strong 
resolutions against the administration's land 
policies. According to the Rocky Moun- 
tain News the badge of the Colorado dele- 
gates furnished the keynote of the conven- 
tion. That badge proclaimed that "We op- 
pose interference by Government bureaus un- 
der autocratic rules and regulations." 

It is certain that "We oppose interfer- 
ence" was the keynote of the program 
speeches. "We want to be left alone" almost 
tearfully cried one of the program orators, 
but alas! it was not to be. The tables were 
very deftly turned on the engineers of that 
program, and the agencies of the turning 
were several, to-wit : 

A very wideawake group from various 
states, among whom was a rather short, 
stout-built young man with a big forehead 
and a gentle face adorned with spectacles. 
He was W. C. .Bristol, of the Oregon dele- 
gation, of whom more will be said at an- 
other time. As a member of the committee 
on resolutions, he prevented the adoption of 
the expected hostile resolutions, and with the 
aid of delegates opposed to the program so 
managed on the floor of the convention on the 
last day that the body swallowed whole, and 
shouted approval of, a set of resolutions 
quite innocuous for the purposes of the men 
who had engineered the affair. The resolutions 
"cordially" endorsed the "active and success- 
ful efforts of the administration in the en- 
forcement of the land laws of the country" 
and "heartily" approved the "vigorous prose- 
cution of all known violators of such laws." 
They contained not one word of "protest" 
or condemnation, and called for practically 
nothing that the President had not advo- 
cated, or that he would not, doubtless, be 
willing to advocate, unless it be contained in 
Section 7, which reads : 

Resolved, That we are opposed to any 
change in the existing laws and customs as to 
grazing of livestock upon the public domain — 
outside of the forest reserves. 

This section, however, practically amounts 
to an endorsement of the grazing policies in- 
side the National Forests. The section is 
rendered somewhat absurd by the fact that 
no laws exist about grazing on the public do- 
main "outside of the forest reserves"." 

In brief, all that the "opposition" got out 
of the Public Lands Convention was a red- 
hot letter from the President, read to them 






THE WAV <>K THE LAND TRANSGRESSOR. 



163 



bj Secretary QtrStid, ud bran which tUt-re 
i- spaec to quota tlie following onmiaoad 
vords : 

. . . There has been placed in my ti»n<lH 
I paper purport in»» ta be issued by the pro 

Kraai eotaatittee of the Public Lands Conven- 

t ion to I"- BOld at Denver June 1> :i n<l L'O. The 
preliminary discussion of the general m 
in this paper contains several stntcim 
which I desire to call your especial attention, 
as tliev not merely misrepresent the attitude 
of the administration, hut portray that utti- 
tude as the direct reverse of what it really is. 

. . . Our whole purpose is to protect the 
puhlic lands for the genuine home maker; and 
to that end I am happy to say we are prevent- 
ing the absorption of great areas of the pub- 
lic lands by large owners to the exclusion of 
honest settlers. 

. . . We have incurred the violent hos- 
tility of the individuals and corporations seek 
in;:, hy fraud and sometimes hy violence, to 
acquire aud monopolize great tracts of puhlic 
domain to the exclusion of settlers. The men 
whom we have prosecuted and who fear prose 
cut ion hy us naturally endeavor to break down 
the policy under which, and under which 
alone, the home maker's rights can be secured, 
and the lands preserve. 1 for the use of himself 
and his children. During the past few years 
this i,..\. rnment has been forced to proceed 
criminally against man after man for theft of 
the puhlic lands — both agricultural and tim 
ber, and other lands. These thefts have, in 
many eases, been conducted on the largest 
scale; in many cases the men engaged in them 
are among the wealthiest in the community, 
and occupy the highest political position. We 
have secured convictions in many of these 
eases. Tho beneficiaries and instigators of, or 
participators in, the frauds of course disap- 
prove the a.-ts of the administration. 

. . The writers of this program state 

that the plan for (ioveriiment control of the 
range, submitted to Congress last Winter, in 
Mired the perpetual ownership of the lands 
hy the Government. That this statement is 
not in accord with the facts is patent to any- 
one taking the trouble to read the proposed 
law which is thus condemned. This proposed 

law s| irically provided that the rnnge land 

under Government control should be open to 
entry or location under all of the public-land 
laws, and provided in every way for tin- DM 
tection of the rights of the settler. As a mat 
I fact, one of the prime reasons for advo- 
cating its passage is because, if enacted, it 
would safeguard the rights of the home-maker 
on the public range far more effectively than 
they are now safeguarded, and would make 




United States Senator Reed Smoot, of Utah. 
Who Was Among Those WK.) Protested at 
th> Otu Stili iliiess of the Program. "1 n 
to Speak Mi/mlf ill I'liitial Ihfrnse of the 
Administration, but Have Been Unable to Do 
So," Hi >i,i,l. 



settlement easier and safer than it can pos- 
sibly he under present conditions. 

. . . As to the forasl reserves, their UN 
tion has damaged just one class, that is, the 
great lumber barons; the managers nnd own- 
ers of those lumber companies which, by 
illegal, fraudulent or unfair methods, have .|e 
sired to yet possession of the valuable timber 
of the public domain, to skin the land, and to 
abandon it when impoverished well-nigh to 
the point uf worthlessness. 

. . . The real beneficiaries of the de- 
struction of the forest reserves would be the 
great lumber companies, which would speedily 
monopolize them. If it had not been for the 
creation of the present system of forest re- 
-. practically every acre of timber land 
in the West would now be controlled, or be on 
the point of being controlled by one huge 
lumber trust. 

The whole question no doubt will be 
thrashed out again by our representatn 
Congress next Winter. In the meantime we 
may pursue the mailer further for our own 
information and int. 







From Copyright Photograph by Harris & Ewing, Washington. 
William H. Taft, Whose "Attitude on Western Questions Is Correct." 



Western Affairs at Washington 



By Ira E. Bennett 




ITU the sceptre of power 
Steadily moving westward, 
the great West is more and 
more concerned with the 
Presidency, and feels its 
■«H"^ right to stay the imperious 
East long «wagh to scrutinize the men pro- 
p.^.-.l for that office. If the West lias not 
yet reached the point where it can force the 
nomination of its own choice, it lias the 
power of rejection. No man will l>e nom 
inated for the Presidency in 1906 who is not 
acceptable to the West, tor the good reason 
that such a nomination would be equivalent 
lo defwt Other things being equal, the 
party leaders on the Republican side will 
• man who spirals to the imagination 
of the West, and who may be depended upon 
to execute with resolution and fidelity the 
■tie polities that have been shaped dur- 
ing the past five years. Upon the faithful 
Ud thorough execution of these policies the 
welfare of the West depends. No one who 
is antagonistic to them, or even lukewarm 
toward them, an hope to be supported, even 
Bjoagil be should be ur^d upon the country 
by Theodore Roosevelt himself. It may be 
interesting, therefore, to consider the known 
and conjectured attitude toward Western 
matters of the more prominent men men- 
tioned for the Republican nomination. 

Preaadanl R •'■It is unquestionably the 

real ehoke of Western BapwhHeana, and the 
n i> BO plain that it cannot be mistaken. 
Be il the father of most, and the vitalizer of 
all. of the policies which affect the West. 
Do the Western people wish to km the Recla- 
mation Service abolished! If they do, they 
will oppose Roosevelt, for he is the father of 
the Reclamation Act. Do they fret under 
the restrictions which prevent the Lumber 
Trust from gobbling up the remaining pub- 
lic forest lands? Very well, let them get 
somebody for President who will do away 
with Roosevelt's policy — for it is his. Is 
the West tired of the exhausting struggle to 



control the railroads and the trusts f It 
should forswear Roosevelt, then, for he 
shows no signs of weariness. The develop- 
ment of waterways as auxiliary means of 
preventing railroad monopoly and extortion 
is also BooaaveJt'a plan. If the West din- 
not favor waterway improvements, its most 
direct method of action would be to oppose 

Roosevelt and any man he may n amend 

as his successor. Does the Pacific Coast 

wish unrestricted .Japanese immigration f It 

I I mistake in supporting Roosevelt, in 

thai ease, for he brought about exclusion in 

tVf nths. in the face Of almost solid oppo 

sition on the part of the East. The list of 
minor policies might be extended indefinitely, 
all of them receiving the breath of life from 
the President. 

If Mr. BuuaeveH cannot he induced to M 
cept the nomination for a third term, and if 
Republicans abandon the idea of forcing hfau 
to serve as their candidate, will the Weal 
throw all its loyalty and hearty support to 
William II. TaftT This question can he an- 
swered better in the West than here in 
Washington. Eioui all that can be learned, 
the West i> not as enthusiastic in accepting 
this suggestion from Mr. Roosevelt as it is 
in accepting others. If it does not actually 
balk at the suggested transfer of support, 
it is at least half-hearted. Probably the rea- 
son for this reluctance is to be found, not m 
objection to Mr. Taft, but in the fact that 
the 8Up|»ort accorded in Mr. Roosevelt i> 
largely because of his individual qualities, 
which cannot l>e transferred to or assumed 
by another. In a word, Taft is not Roose- 
velt, however loyally he may intend to exe- 
cute the Roosevelt policies. 

In Washington it is believed that the West 
will bring itself to support Mr. Taft if the 
President should continue to urge him as 
the most acceptable candidate. This belief 
is founded partly on the assurance that Mr. 
Taft's attitude on Wostsra questions is cor- 
rect in every way, and cannot be successfully 



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attacked, either in his own party or by the 
opposition. He is not a stranger to the 
West, although he is not closely identified 
with it. He has traveled through much of 
it; he has administered army matters, includ- 
ing river and harbor works; he has handled 
several large Western questions while acting 
as Secretary of State; he knows the rela- 
tion of the West to the Panama Canal and 
the Pacific Ocean and its islands better than 
any other man ; and in the legal aspects of 
internal problems he is constantly consulted 




From Copyright Photograph by Harris & Ewing, 
Washington. 

United States Senator Knox, Pennsylvania's 
"Favorite Son." 



by Mr. Roosevelt. Perhaps if the Cabinet- 
room secrets were revealed it would be found 
that Mr. Taft has passed judgment upon 
most of the "Roosevelt policies." While not 
a "Western man," Secretary Taft is re- 
garded in the East as entirely acceptable to 
Western people. If there is any opposition 
to him on account of his own qualities, or 
because of anything in his record, it is not 
known in Washington. 

Nevertheless, the apprehension exists that 
the West may prove stubborn in the effort to 



induce it to change its allegiance from Roose- 
velt to Taft. This feeling has been inten- 
sified by the remarkable statements of Sen- 
ator Jonathan Bourne, of Oregon, who has 
repeatedly declared in public interviews that 
the Far Northwest insists upon Mr. Roose- 
velt for a '"second elective term" and will 
not permit the President to offer a sub- 
stitute. 

Vice-President Fairbanks is regarded as 
well placed in the forthcoming Presidential 
race. From the Washington viewpoint — 
which, it must be borne in mind, is always 
cynical, never smacking of hero worship, and 
usually correct in its diagnosis of general 
political symptoms — from this viewpoint Mr. 
Fairbanks's chances are improved by every 
such manifestation of anti-Rooseveltism as 
that which resulted in the announcement of 
Senator Knox's candidacy. Pennsylvania is 
nominally behind Knox, her favorite son. 
But when the pinch conies, Pennsylvania is 
for the man who can defeat Roosevelt or 
Roosevelt's choice. Other states are declar- 
ing themselves for their favorite sons, well 
knowing that these sons will be as friendless 
in the next convention as a poor boy at a 
husking bee. Why do they bring them out 1 ? 
The only logical reason for such action is to 
acquire "trading material" for use in the 
convention. 

Vice-President Fairbanks is now and has 
been for many months the choice of the 
"conservatives," the "reactionaries" and the 
financial interests that have felt the Big 
Stick. It is not that they love Fairbanks, 
but it is because they think he may be the 
best instrument for defeating Roosevelt. 
Fairbanks, at any rate, has an "organiza- 
tion" — a nucleus that is capable of increas- 
ing its own strength and perhaps whittling 
down the strength of others. Fairbanks is 
not an inspirer of enthusiasm, but on the 
other hand he does not arouse great an- 
tipathy. There is nothing in his record that 
can be magnified to his great discredit. He 
is supposed to control his own state abso- 
lutely, and this is much, since Indiana is 
always a political battleground. Now, if the 
anti-Roosevelt interests in the Republican 
party can bring out a lot of favorite sons in 
important states, to be sacrificed for Fair- 
banks at the proper time, the great task of 
defeating the Roosevelt influence in the next 
convention may be accomplished. 



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167 



Such a plan is workable in several ways, 

DDM. A favorite son may arise who 

may 1m- mora popular than Fairbanks. The 

ant i Roosevelt interests would not hesitate 

in that case to Ml -riticc Fairbanks for the 

"available" candidate. Or. since the 

• nt is apparently permitting the fav- 

movement to continue, it is possible 

that he regards it M favorable to his plans 
to swim.; the slate conventions for Taft. 
With Taft strongly in the lead, the astute 
politician of the White House may foresee 
that delegations would "tumble over them- 
selves to Lrot on the hand-wagon," in the ac- 
re phraseology of politics. One inci- 
■vhich tends to confirm this SUggi 
is the unanimity with which Republican state 
itions indorse the President's record 
and his policies. Having done this much, 
are they consistent in prc>eutini; favorite 
-on> who may not Ik- in sympathy with such 
policies.' Arc they not morally and po- 
litically hound to swing to the support of 
the man recommended by Roosevelt himself 
if their pretensions are iienninef 

With these imalilications and contingencies 
in mind, the surface drift in several states is 

in favor of Fairbanks. Tl xample of 

Pennsylvania is M L' 1 as any. The Penn- 
sylvania Republicans Strongly indoi-.ii! 
Roosevelt and his policies, and then pre- 
sented Mr. Knox as their candidate. U i) 
■ ■ they wish to see the Roosevelt poli- 

leeutod that they support Knozl No! 
necessarily. It must lie remembered that 
Pennsylvania is controlled by men who are 
antagonistic to Roosevelt, who have been 
condemned by him. The political boss of 
Itate. Senator Boies Penrose, has not 
only been denounced as a "conspirator," but 
- alleged that while intoxicated he had 
divulged the particulars of the "conspiracy" 
against Roosevelt The allegation originated 
at the White House, although a technical 
denial of the story has been entered. It is 
inconceivable that Ross Penrose should pro- 
cure an indorsement in -rood faith of the 

•nt. but it would he surprising if he 
should not have Pennsylvania give what ap- 

•> he such an indorsement. Politicians 
do strange things at times, it should not be 

ten that K. II. Harrimnn. for instance. 
attended the National convention in 1004 and 
vote,! for Roosevelt with as good grace as 
though lie was <r]ad to do it. 



What has occurred in Pennsylvania is e\ 
! to occur in certain other states which 
are controlled by Itosses at odds with Roose- 
velt. Many of these bosses have their head- 
quarters in the United States Senate. 
Than are Foraker and Hick, of Ohio; Flkins 
ami Scott, rf West Virginia; Hale and Fryo, 
of Maine; I iallini:er. of New Hampshire; 
Culloin and Hopkins, of Illinois; Penrose 

and Knox, of Pennsylvania; Lodge ami 
Crane, of Massachusetts; Burrows and 
Smith, of Michigan; Aldridi. of Rhode Is 




I'rom Copyright Photograph by Harm & Ewing. 

Washington. 

VIce-PreaUUnt Fairbanks. Who "/» Not an 

In»pirer of Knthtmiatm." 



land; Proctor, of \ er t; I.a Foller 

Wisconsin; Hanabroogb, id' N'orth Dakota; 
Warren and Clark, of Wyoming; Kelson, of 
Minnesota — bosses all. more or less potent, 
and all enemies of Roosevelt, with the excep- 
tion of Lodge and possibly I.a Follette. As 
satellites to these bosses, assisting them in 
"organ izinjr" for the forthcon>ing attempt to 
unhorse Roosevelt, are Perkins and Flint. «f 
California; Piles. ,,t Washington; Heyburn. 
of Idaho; Nixon, of Nevada; Bnrkett. . 



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braska; Kittredge, of South Dakota; Hem- 
enway, of Indiana; Depew, of New York; 
Kean. of New Jersey; Carter, of Montana, 
and a few other still lesser lights of the Sen- 
ate. If the decisions of National conven- 
tions were left entirely to the voice of the 
people, the machinations of Senatorial ene- 
mies of Roosevelt would not be worth notic- 
ing. But since politicians sometimes eoutrol 
conventions, in spite of the will of the peo- 
ple, it is worthy of note that the men named 
are all United States Senators, influential in 
their respective states, harmonious in their 
mutual relations, inspired by a common 
hatred, and skilled in the manipulation of 
political conventions. They know Fairbanks 
and Knox, who ai'e of them, and they would 
gladly combine and swing their state delega- 
tions to either, if they could, for the sake of 
defeating the President or the President's 
choice. Therefore, while it cannot be de- 
nied that the President is strong enough with 
the people to snap his fingers at all of these 
men, it might occur that they would be 
stronger than he at the critical time and 
place — the next National convention. 

Assuming that Mr. Fairbanks or Mr. Knox 
might be nominated through these and other 
agencies, would either of them be acceptable 
to the great West? Mr. Fairbanks has made 
several tours of the Pacific Coast, and is 
fairly well known there among those who 
attend political rallies. If the people of the 
West are informed as to his real attitude 
toward current questions, they are more 
fortunate than the East, and can answer for 
themselves whether this attitude suits them. 
Mr. Fairbanks is an enigma. He has never 
antagonized the President's great policies, 
and on the other hand he is not conspicuous 
as a champion of them. Would he work for 
legislation to control corporations if he were 
President? The corporations do not seem 
to fear him. 

Mr. Knox is supposed to be more popular 
in the Northwest than Mr. Fairbanks, for 
the reason that Mr. Knox has to his credit 
the successful prosecution of the Northern 
Securities merger. When all is said and 
done, there is nothing else to the credit of 
the Roosevelt administration that compares 
in importance with this achievement by Mr. 
Knox. Mr. Moody, while Attorney-Genera!, 
fell down lamentably in his prosecution of 
Paul Morton and other rebaters, although in 



Mr. Morton's case it was the President him- 
self who stayed the hand of the Department 
of Justice. Since Mr. Bonaparte has been 
Attorney-General he has made much fuss, 
without actually accomplishing anything 
tangible as yet. Indeed, Mr. Bonaparte's ex- 
tremely leisurely administration is believed 
to have worn on the President's nerves. 
The daily press has been full of intimations 
of increasing friction between the President 
and Mr. Bonaparte. The Department of 
Justice under Mr. Knox was far better ad- 
ministered than it has been since, if the 
opinion of competent and experienced ob- 
servers in the capital is to be accepted. 

Two other "favorite sons" loom large 
enough at this time to justify the prediction 
that they will be factors in the next National 
convention. They are Joseph G. Cannon, of 
Illinois, and Charles E. Hughes, of New 
York. Mr. Cannon is the most experienced 
man in American National life. Mr. Hughes 
knows nothing of the practical administra- 
tion affairs. Mr. Cannon is a rough dia- 
mond, caustic and witty of speech, off-hand 
in manner, humorous, and informal after 
the fashion of those Westerners who were 
raised as Lincoln was raised. He is richly 
endowed with common sense, and goes 
straight to the heart of every question that 
is presented to him. His courage is great, 
his integrity proved and approved, and his 
ability to handle the Presidency cannot be 
questioned. 

Mr. Hughes is simple, destitute of humor, 
honest, stubbornly earnest, scholarly in 
speech, and careful of his manners and at- 
tire. He is the antithesis of Speaker Can- 
non in many ways, and his double in others. 
If Governor Hughes had been Speaker of 
the House, he would have kept the horde of 
wheedlers and flatterers out of the Treasury 
as successfully as Mr. Cannon, but at a 
heavy loss of personal popularity. If Mr. 
Cannon had been Governor of New York, 
it is possible that he would not have suc- 
ceeded as well as Mr. Hughes in pushing 
through reform legislation in the face of a 
snarling and corrupt opposition. 

The West knows Speaker Cannon fairly 
well. He has been on the Coast several 
times, the last visit to the Lewis and Clark 
Exposition having been memorable in se"- 
eral particulars. He has also visited Ha- 
waii, and on account of his intimate asso- 




From Copyright Photograph hy lUrrii & Ewing. Washington. 
Joteph a. Cannon, "o Farortte Son.' Who Loom* Large tnomgt oi Thi* Time 

To Ju.itifn thr Prrdictlnn That llr Will Bt -i F04 tot ill f*« 

iiubiimii .Vofionoi Convention. 



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ciation with members of Congress he is quite 
familiar with all the public questions affect- 
ing the West. At first he was not a friend 
of the Reclamation Act, but latterly he be- 
came convinced of its value, and is now a 
stalwart supporter of it. Mr. Cannon as a 
rule is in sympathy with the President's re- 
forms. Everybody has heard the story of 
the meeting at Oyster Bay last Summer. 
when Mr. Roosevelt in saying good-bye to 
Speaker Cannon remarked : "You will be the 
next President of the United States." The 
belief is general that if the Republicans of 
the country should select Mr. Cannon in- 
stead of Mr. Taft as their leader, Mr. Roose- 
velt would acquiesce with good grace. 

With Governor Hughes the situation is 
quite different, particularly in his relations 
to the West and to the President. The West 




rom Copyright Photograph by Clinedinst. 



Boies Penrose, Boss of Pennsylvania. Who Has 
Been Denounced as a '•Conspirator." 



knows nothing of Hughes personally, and 
he knows nothing of the West by personal 
contact. His personality is not especially 
attractive to the average Westerner, who 
likes a dash of humor and informality mixed 
with ability. The West, however, is as 
firmly convinced as is the East that Gov- 
ernor Hughes is a man of remarkable pow- 
ers and that he is absolutely faithful to t 
public trust against any temptation that the 
corporations might place in his way. Such 
men are rare, and are needed "higher up." 
There are plenty of men of strong powers, 
and plenty of others who are honest, and 
many others who are tireless workers. But 
the number of brilliant, honest, industrious 
men in public life is always too small. 

Governor Hughes is credited with being 
entirely too independent to suit President 
Roosevelt. The situation was hit off by a 
paragrapher in New York State who said: 
"Governor Hughes ought to know that we 
can 't stand two Big Sticks at once." Mr. 
Roosevelt is imperious by nature, and can- 
not bear a rival. He took occasion to offer 
his assistance to Governor Hughes in the 
recent struggle over the Public Utilities bill, 
and immediately a lot of dispatches from 
Albany informed the country that Governor 
Hughes was perfectly able to paddle his own 
canoe and was not asking assistance from 
the White House. He did not propose to 
have the glory of passing the Public Utilities 
bill monopolized by the President, thus mak- 
ing himself a tail to the Roosevelt kite. Such 
blunt intimations as these are supposed to 
have caused a chilliness between the Presi- 
dent and the Governor of New York which 
may have its influence in National affairs 
later on. 

Mr. James S. Sherman, Chairman of the 
Republican Congressional Committee, and 
himself a Representative from New York 
State, is authority for the statement that 
the Republican delegation of that state in 
the National convention will be solidly for 
Roosevelt. He believes that Mr. Roosevelt's 
declaration in regard to a third term will be 
set aside by the people. The testimony of 
such a political expert as Mr. Sherman is 
acceptable proof that Mr. Roosevelt, and 
not Mr. Hughes, will control the New York 
delegation in the next convention. Governor 
Hughes, however, will be one of the dele- 
gates. Circumstances may arise which will 



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171 



'■ test Um power of Mr. Boeafrall in throw 
the rote of this delegation 10 Um person be 
may wish to be nominated. With Governor 
Hughes on the ground and perhaps himself 
a strong candidate, would it 1k> possible for 
Mr. Roosevelt tu swing the New York dele- 
gation t" Tafl or Knox or Cannon! It' ba 

could, it would effectually dispose of Mr. 
Hughes, for no mini will he nominated who 

i supported by his own stute. Paw 
publie men gjvi Mr. Roosevelt credit for 
the magnanimity that would l>e exhibited if 
f be should ask his own state to support Gov- 
ernor Hogbea, thereby raising a new and 
strong man to sui>plant himself in state 0f<! 
National affairs. 

The statement has been made in this arti- 
cle that the bosses of the Senate are enemies 
■I Roosevelt, with the possible exception of 
l.i I ollette of Wi«< -111. Contrary to the 

il impression, there is no especial love 
lost between these two gnat refor is. Per- 
haps it is because they are both Strong, 
opinionated men. working too nearly on par- 
allel lines to get along without jostling. In 
any Brent, while Senator ta Follette has 
nothing but pleasant thing! to say on the 
Chautauqua platform regarding the Presi- 
dent, and while the President has not pub 
licly included the Wisconsin statesman in 
any of his numerous clubs and societies of 
nndesirabli is no cordiality in their 
course, Mr. Iji Follette strove las! 
Winter to interest the President in certain 
reforms which did not appeal to Mr. Roose- 
velt. Then the story was circulated that the 
President had referred to Senator l.n Fol- 
as a "demagogue." Whether this was 

i' not, it was embarrassing, for it was 

accepted as true by the public, and Mr. 

La Follette may have decided that it 

' ticklish thing to ask the President 

about it. 

There are two Rol>erl M. La FoIIettes — 

' Follette as he is regarded by the | 

pie. and the I.a Follette as he i- regarded 
in Washington. One is a remarkable re- 
former, burning with fiery zeal, endowed 

with extraordinary irage and initiative, 

and almost the equal of Roosevelt in ad- 
mirable qualities as a champion of the peo- 
ple. The La Follette of Washington is quite 
another person. In the Capital lie is re- 
garded by most of his official associates 
as a political actor— a dramatic, explosive 




From Copyright Photograph by Harris & Ewing. 
Washington. 

Thin Fi'turr nf thr I'rrnidrnt t* From a PftOtO- 
araph V—d n* a J/mW bn a Diitth /'■ 
Who I'aintrd thr I'trturr for thr I'rarr Temple 
at Thr Hagur. Thr I'iriurr Wan go Hud That 
ilr: Roonrv.it Cut It Out of lit Frame. So 
thr Story I 



speaker, saakiag his own ends by posing as 
the most pnqier spokesman of the people. 



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Senators resent his assumption of greater 
watchfulness, warmer zeal, and greater in- 
tegrity. They cannot put their fingers on 
any particular language that gives offense, 
but in some way, by manner if not by word, 
they are offended. The inevitable result is 
that Senator La Follette fails in most cases 
to get what he asks for. His colleagues, be- 
ing human, cannot always resist the tempta- 
tion to thwart him, however meritorious his 
plans may be in themselves. They suffer in 
turn for this course of action by being re- 
garded through the country as laggards in 
reform, if not actual corruptionists. It is 
as absurd to charge La Follette's colleagues 
in the mass as corruptionists as it is to re- 
gard him as the sole repository of virtue. 

Among the favorite sons to be called to 
the attention of the National convention by 
proud state delegations, Senator La Follette 
will be included. Wisconsin is proud of him, 
and with reason. If the delegation from 
that state is not absolutely at his disposal, 
it will be because his political cunning has 
departed. His boss-ship is as autocratic as 



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I 



Senator LaFolletle. of Whom Wisconsin Is 
Proud. 



that of any other boss, whatever his ulti- 
mate purpose may be in the way of reform. 
One of the comforting factors in the sit- 
uation from the Roosevelt-Taft standpoint 
is the certainty that La Follette will not join 
any favorite-son conspiracy to defeat Roose- 
velt or Roosevelt's choice. He is regarded 
as absolutely sound in his attitude toward 
the corporations, and, if forced to choose 
between them and Roosevelt, he would un- 
doubtedly support Roosevelt. As nearly as 
the Washington attitude toward La Follette 
can be summed up, it may be described as 
indignation at being forced to acknowledge 
that a man invidiously claiming an exces- 
sive share of political virtue is really pos- 
sessed of his full share. If La Follette were 
actually a demagogue, the task of obliterat- 
ing him would be easy. But he gives mortal 
offense when he appears to claim more vir- 
tue than others. 

Little reference need be made to Senator 
Foraker in considering Presidential possi- 
bilities, for the excellent reason that he does 
not regard himself as a possibility, and is 
not offended when other people adopt his 
view. His part in the great drama that is 
unfolding is well marked out, and the public 
may be sure he will play it well. He is de- 
termined to return to the United States 
Senate from Ohio, whether William H. Taft 
is nominated for President or not. Inas- 
much as Secretary Taft's friends and man- 
agers in Ohio seem to think it is necessary 
to defeat Foraker in order to elect Taft, it 
is incumbent upon Foraker to fight. Old 
hands at the business regard the attitude of 
the Taft partisans as a grievous blunder. 
They know what a fighter Mr. Foraker is. 
They think Secretary Taft's friends should 
have agreed to the return of Mr. Foraker to 
the Senate on condition that he would re- 
frain from attacking the Taft movement. 
Thus everybody would have been satisfied, 
and Ohio would have offered a favorite son 
with a solid delegation behind him. As mat- 
ters now stand, the Ohio situation is full of 
perplexities and uncertainties, all of them 
more full of danger to Mr. Taft than to Mr. 
Foraker. 

A Democratic Conspiracy. 

While the "rich men's conspiracy" is at 
work in the Republican party, another is on 
foot in the Democratic party, having for its 



WESTERN AFFAIRS AT WASHINGTON. 



17:; 



object the nomination of a Southerner in- 
Mr. Bryan. The movement is as 

tly a rich men's scheme as is the Re- 
publican conspiracy. Indeed, some of the 
■orfaot indications justify the belief that the 
rich men in both schemes are identical. The 
anti-Bryan movement has its headquarter- 

w York. Perceiving that he is as in- 
vinciMe among Democrats in the North and 

M i~ BooMVelt among Republicans,, his 
opponents are seeking an available Southern 
candidate who may serve to amuse the en- 
thusiasm of the Solid South and thereby .lis 
place Mr. Bryan. 

The object of this movement, of course, is 
to place in the Presidential chair a man who 
will not "fight the trusts." Mr. Bryan is 
as badly feared as Mr. Roosevelt. The cor- 
porations want neither of them. The trusts 
have no politics, as such. They do not care 
whether the President of the United States 
is a Republican, or a Democrat, or a Social- 
ist, if he is "all right" on the trust ques- 
tion. So. while they and their allies are 
urevent Roosevelt or Roose- 
velt's choice from nMaining the Republican 
nomination, they are also at work trying to 
prevent Bryan from obtaining the Demo- 
crat ie nomination. Then, if Roosevelt 
should be renominated, they may be able to 
elect the Democrat, whoever he might be. 

• ng the Democrats suggested for the 
Presidency is Senator John Warwick Daniel, 
of Virginia, the old man eloquent of the 
South. Senator Daniel is the idol of Vir- 
ginia, and is extremely popular in other 
Southern States. His personality is sin- 
gularly attractive, and his career has been 
such as to appeal to Southern sentiment. It 
is an old story that the eloquent Virginian 
has in his veins the blood of Pocahon'a-. 

ar record is exceptional for its recital 
of acts of heroism and devotion. He was 
wounded several times, being finally crip- 
pled in the Wilderness in 1864. It is one of 
the sight* of the I'nited States Senate when 
this courtly old Virginian hobbles into the 
Chamber on his crutches and takes his seat 
in the front row on the Democratic side. He 
speaks with modest rarity, and then usually 
after careful preparation, although facile in 
extemporaneous debate. His speeches are 
nationally famous for their exquisite diction 
and lofty patriotism. 

tor Daniel has been an enthusiastic 




From Copyright Photograph by Clincdirut. 

Likes to Jumj 
as Precedent 



The President Likes to Jump Hedges as Well 
' nts. 



supporter of Mr. Bryan, and he is still in 
Carol of the nomination of Mr. Bryan, but 
he halts at the indorsement of Mr. Bryan's 
tiovcrnment ownership idea*. Southern 
Democrats generally are openly antagonistic 
to this doctrine, with the ratal! that Mr 
Bryan has modified his altitude by suggest- 
ing.' that Government ownership is "ultimate 
ly" inevitable. Democrats throughout the 
South have spoken kindly of Senator Daniel 
as a Presidential possibility, hut the trend 
of sentiment has been in favor of another 
trial of fortune with Mr. Bryan as the 
standard-bearer. 

.1 Ihltcate SituatinH. 

The relations lietween the I'nited Slate-. 
and Japan, friendly if not cordial for many 
years, have been put to an intense strath 
during the peat few weeks, partly on ae 
count of disturbances in San Francisco and 
political agitation in Japan. The San Fran- 



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cisco demonstrations and the resulting re- 
sentment in Japan have been the most prom- 
inent factors of discord, but they are by no 
means the most potent. The real cause of 
American-Japanese friction is the determi- 
nation of the United States to exclude Jap- 
anese laborers, and the resentment of the 
Japanese against a policy which necessarily 
implies that Japanese laborers are on a par 
with Chinese coolies. On both sides racial 
antipathy is the obscure but impelling cause 
of suspicion and readiness to quarrel. 

The fact has been developed during the 
recent agitation that Japan was not con- 
sulted when the United States enacted the 
exclusion amendment to the immigration act, 
providing for the exclusion from the United 
States mainland of Japanese having pass- 
ports to Hawaii, Mexico or Canada. Not 
only was Japanese sentiment ignored, but 
the action of this Government was resented 
by Japan, although, of course, no diplo- 
matic protest could be made with propriety 
against domestic legislation. Viscount Hay- 
ashi, Minister for Foreign Affairs, outlined 
the attitude of the Japanese Government in 
answer to an interpellation in the Diet. 
Speaking of the prospect, early in January, 
of an amicable adjustment of the school con- 
troversy in San Francisco, he said : "At that 
time the case was waiting the decision of the 
judiciary. But subsequently the President 
had changed his method, and had fallen back 
upon the rights secured to the United States 
by treaty, which change of programme had 
not been made a subject of consultation with 
Japan. This teas not an agreeable alteration 
from Japan's point of view, but the Presi- 
dent's analysis of the situation was under- 
stood to be that all questions at issue in Cali- 
fornia — the school question, the boycotting 
of Japanese restaurants, and the assaults 
upon Japanese subjects — were merely sec- 
ondary troubles which would cease so soon 
as the prime cause — labor immigration — was 
remedied. As to that, however, the Presi- 
dent had not consulted Japan." 

Viscount Hayashi, continuing the discus- 
sion, remarked that some people maintained 
that while the American Government might 
have the right to prevent the entry of Jap- 
anese immigrants, their movements could not 
be restricted when once an entry had been 
effected, and consequently Japanese resi- 
dents for however brief a period in Hawaii 



were entitled to cross thence to the States. 
"Such a contention." he said, "altogether 
ignored the fact that the United States Gov- 
ernment possessed powers much greater than 
those hitherto exercised by it. For example, 
it might altogether forbid the entry of Jap- 
anese immigrants into Hawaii. How would 
such an act affect Japanese interests? The 
best course for this country in existing cir- 
cumstances was to take what it could get. 
and not jeopardize all by claiming too 
much." 

The Japanese Government has been placed 
in a delicate position on the question of emi- 
gration to the United States. In its anxiety 
to remove the friction caused by the school 
controversy it was apparently willing that 
partial exclusion should be enforced. As 
soon as the Japanese in Hawaii began to feel 
the pinch of the exclusion law they entered 
violent protests at home, and the Opposi- 
tion instantly seized upon the American law 
as an issue against the Ministry. The Jap- 
anese Government and people having been 
praised by the whole world for their victory 
over Russia, and Japan having been ad- 
mitted as an equal among the nations, it was 
contended by the Opposition that the Jap- 
anese Government had made a fatal mistake 
in failing to protest against the discrimina- 
tion practiced by the United States against 
Japanese laborers. This attack was bol- 
stered up by an agitation among the Japan- 
ese people against American aggressions and 
assaults, all of them greatly exaggerated. 
The outcome of the political campaign in 
Japan will occur next Spring, when the gen- 
eral elections will be held. At that time, if 
the people take the side of the Progressive, 
or Opposition party, a Ministry may be in- 
stalled at Tokyo whose policy toward the 
United States might not be marked with the 
moderation and caution that have distin- 
guished the administration of Premier Sai- 
onji and Viscount Hayashi. 

Meanwhile, the administration of the Jap- 
anese exclusion law is not satisfactory to 
the United States. Japanese laborers are 
constantly entering the country in defiance 
of the law. The Government is anxious to 
conclude an exclusion treaty with Japan, in 
order to replace the present makeshift with 
effective legislation. It is impossible, how- 
ever, to conclude an exclusion treaty under 
existing conditions. If the Japanese Gov- 



WESTERN .\ l KAIKs AT WASHINGTON. 



175 




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Elihu Root. One of the Ablest State Secretaries the Nation Has Bad. 



eminent is embarrassed because of the con- 
cessions it has already tnaile. it would be 
ihstroyed it' it should go to the extent of 
peknowledging by formal treaty that the 
.■se p«opl« an n ■■"^—■'■llltl that the 
United States *hall have the right to classify 
them with the Chinese, ami exclude them on 
account of their race. 

What. then, is to l>e the outcome? As 
matters stand, the I'nited States is exclud- 
er trying to exclude, a certain class of 
Japanese, much against the will of Japan, 
hut without such strenuous objection as 
to cause apprehension. This Government 
wishes to exclude all Japanese laborers, and 
it wishes to do this with tin nscnt ot 



Japan, lis wish is based upon the fear that 
if the Japanese are not excluded there will 
be such racial Baating angandand on t he Pa- 

cilic Coast as to lead to rioting and eventual 
war. Japan, however, is not only unwilling 
at present to agree to the exclusion of her 
laborers, but is anxious that the discrimina- 
tion already practiced shall cease. Tl 
nation is such as to call for the excrci-c of 
patience, tact, and diplomacy by lx>th ^<>\ 
ernments. 

/ ',. mindiius Plan* of the Administration. 

The extended trip now Mag made by the 
Secretary of the Interior. Mr. Jam 
fSarfield, is expected to yield much material 



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upon which the President will base his rec- 
ommendations to Congress for legislation 
looking to the preservation of the Nation's 
natural resources for the benefit of the peo- 
ple. Secretary Garfield so arranged his 
itinerary that he has been met at important 
points by his principal bureau chiefs. Ques- 
tions affecting the public lands, Indians, 
water supply and irrigation projects, Na- 
tional parks, rights of way, grazing and 
fencing, forestry, and coal mines in Indian 
Territory and elsewhere have been consid- 
ered on the ground. 

Within the past six months, and particu- 
larly since the adjournment of Congress, the 
President has turned his attention to the 
great question of conserving and develop- 
ing the Nation's natural resources in the in- 
terest of the people. He has found it a vir- 
gin field of statesmanship, and sufficiently 
full of thorny problems to exercise his pow- 
ers to the uttermost. The grafters, and 
marauders, and spoilers are no humble folk, 
nor few. They are excellent hands at ar- 
ranging legislation, and know when and 
where to concentrate their strength. They 
have friends at the Capitol who assist them 
in pushing through innocent-looking legisla- 
tion and in sidetracking reform legisla- 
tion. In trying to preserve the National for- 
ests for the people the President is con- 
fronted with a veritable swarm of selfish 
interests. The coal mines belonging to the 
Indians are a treasure worthy of the avarice 
and cunning of the modern bandits who are 
plotting for it. The Inland Waterways 
Commission, created by the President to con- 
sider the larger questions relating to stream 
and river improvements, development of 
power, flood storage, navigability, etc., is 
finding that irrigation and power companies 
already intrenched are preparing to do 
their best to block the President's dreams of 
a comprehensive and symmetrical improve- 
ment and utilization of the Nation's water- 
ways. 

The public appears to have been indiffer- 
ent to the immensity and importance of the 
President's plans for the conservation of the 
Nation's natural resources. As his ideas are 
further exploited and studied, they are seen 
to be blocked out on a gigantic scale. He 
has demonstrated the possession of a mental 



grasp worthy of a nation-builder. Half a 
century hence, probably, the timeliness. 
scope, and value of his plans will be better 
appreciated than they are now. Like others 
who accomplish momentous things, he sees 
so far ahead of the ordinary busy individual 
worker that his ideas seem to be almost 
grotesquely out of touch with practical 
every-day life. But the long-sighted, crafty 
schemers who employ their unusual powers 
for selfish aggrandizement are in a position 
to realize the intensely practical nature of 
the President's plans. They know that if 
they are to reap a harvest from the remain- 
ing natural resources not already gobbled up 
by corporate monopolies they must do so 
now, while the masses are indifferent, and 
while the President's warnings are as enig- 
matical to the ordinary man as was the cry 
of John the Baptist to those who dipped in 
Jordan. 

The last and most detailed utterance of the 
President on this subject was contained in 
his speech at Jamestown on Georgia Day, 
June 10, just before he went to Oyster Bay 
for the Summer. In this speech Mr. Roose- 
velt thus broadly outlined his views. 

The conservation of our natural resources 
and their proper use constitute the funda- 
mental problem which underlies almost every 
other problem of our National life. Unless 
we maintain an adequate material basis for 
our civilization we cannot maintain the insti- 
tutions in which we take so great and so just 
a pride; and to waste and destroy our nat 
ural resources means to undermine this ma- 
terial basis. 

. . . Here, then, for the first time devel- 
opment and planned conservative use of all 
our natural resources is presented as a single 
problem. One by one the individual tasks in 
this great problem have already been under- 
taken. One by one in practical fashion the 
methods of dealing with them were worked 
out. National irrigation has proved itself a 
success by its actual working. Again, actual 
experience has shown that the National for- 
ests will fulfill the larger purpose for which 
they were created. 

All who have thoughtfully studied the sub- 
ject have come to see that the solution of the 
public lands question lies with the home- 
maker, with the settler who lives on his 
land, and that Government control of the 
mineral fuels and the public grazing lands is 
necessary and inevitable. 




The Settler 



By Herman Whitaker 



CHAPm \\. 

— It Death. 

B0TJ6B Sih. still 

ran fat and full, its sources 
were now nearly draim 
flood waters; any day might 
see it suddenly shrink to 'its 
tiMial Summer trickle. An- 
ling the event. Render went miles down 
stream that morning to superintend the 
building of the first daw. and so did not see 
the Cougar until that worthy eaiM into camp 
at ni^-lit from his own place at the tail of 
tbe drive. 

This, the hour for changing shifts, was 
the liveliest of eamp life, the social hour MM 
term it. replete with a certain rough 
rt. With them, from up and down 
river, the reliefs poured in, a stream of 
Ted shirts, drowning with oaths, song and 
laughter the rattle of tinware in the cook 
tent. Spread over fifteen miles of river, 
the arrival was equally irregular, and those 
who hail already oaten were grouped abotri :i 
p fire, the red glow of which en- 
riched weathered skins and softened the 
rations of iron faces. After the cold 
and wet of the day. warmth spelled luxury 
in capitals; luxury such as no millionaire 
and from his palatial clubs; for 
ire may only be measured in degrees 
of health with accompanying intensity of 
;on. As they moved and turned like 
red capons on an old style spit. brin;_- 
resh areas of soaked clothing under the 
blaze, they smoked and revamped the day's 
its dips, jams, ducking, while the 
the river that yielded their hard bread 
in exchange for annual toll of a life or two. 
rebuked with angry prowl their jokes and 
is. 

■indie in Bender's tent showed the giant 

squatted upon his blankets, chin on hands. 

ainched between knees and elbows. 

bt and day of heavy brooding had sunk 

lir had cross- plowed and deep- 



ened the furrows across his blue scarred 
face. Tbe attitude bespoke d ee p sa t dejection 
and his look, when the O ugar en 
caused the latter's weird fierceness to flux 
in vast sympathy. 

"Wellf" Bender inquired. The Cougar 
pulled a paper out of his shirt bosom. 
-Hi iv *t jaat letter that she got by mistake." 

It was only a scrap to say that she would 
do her best — she had done it, too. poor 
girl — that and an admonition to be careful 
in drying his clothing at nights. Usually 
the warning would have dissolved Bender's 
grimness, but it caused no relaaxtion of his 
gravity. 

"II w did she take itT" 

"Hard. Cried an' said as 'twas more 'n 
she deserved at the little gal's hands. Blamed 
herself, dreadful cut up. Seems, too, as 
't was n't necessary, as she 'd already mailed 
Mr. Man his walking papers." 

"Too late— no* It's done." 

The Cougar looked awkwardly down upon 
him. Pity had been foreign to their rough 
comradeship: it was, indeed, nearest of kin 
to shame; the words of sympathy choked in 
his throat. "Come, come," he presently 
growled. "Chipper up. 'taint any worse 
than it was." 

A convulsion seized and shook the big 
body. "You dont know, Cougar. You dont 
know what it b— f He stopped, aghast at 
the sudden appalling change in the other. 
He had straightened from his crouch and 
his eyes flared like blue alcohol flames in his 
livid face. As at the touch of a secret 
spring, the man's fierce taciturnity raised, 
exposing the tortured soul behind. 

I dontt" The whisper issued like a 
dry wind from drawn lips. "Me J that saw 
my wife an' baby—" Though frontiersmen 
tell, shivering, of the horror he mentioned, 
no pen has been found callous enough to set 
it forth on paper. "God, man !" As he fin- 
ished, his arms snapped outward and his 
head fell forward in the attitude of the 
crucifixion. 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



"Cougar!" Bender grasped his shoulder. 
"Cougar! Cougar, man! I'd forgotten." 

But as one in a trance the man went on. 
"It 's always with me — through these years — 
day an' night. I'd have killed myself — long 
ago — on'y whenever I'd think of that, she 'd 
come — sweet an' smiling, with a shake of her 
pretty head. She would n't let me do it." 
The thought of her smile seemed to calm 
him and he continued more quietly, "I never 
could make out why 't was done to her. A 
sky pilot tol' me onct as 't was the will of 
God, but I shocked him clean out of his 
boots. 

" 'I'll know on the Jedgement Day, will I V 
I asks him. 'Shorely,' he answers, pat. 'An' 
I'll be close in to the great white throne you 
was talking about?' He nods. 'Then do you 
know what I'd do?' I asks him again. 'If I 
find out as how that God o' yourn ordered 
that done to my little gal — I'll stick a knife 
into him an' turn it round.' 

"At that he turned green an' tried to sad- 
dle the dirty business onto the Devil. But. 
Lordy, he didn't know. She does, though, 
else she would n't come smiling. She knows, 
so I've alius reckoned as if she could bear 
her pain I can worry through to the end. 
There ! there ! I'm all right again. I know 
you did n't go to do it. An', after all, J dont 
know but that you are right. For while my 
gal 's at peace, yourn has to live out her 
pain. It 's puzzling — all of it. Now there \s 
himl Where does he come in? What about 
him?" 

"What about him?" Bender's bulk 
seemed to swell in the dim light to huge 
amorphous proportions. "That 's simple. 
He 's got to marry her." 

What the conclusion had cost him, the suf- 
fering, self-sacrifice! To the sophisticated, 
both sacrifice and conclusion may seem ab- 
surd, provoking the question as to just how 
wrong may be righted by the marriage of 
a clean girl with an impure man, yet it was 
strictly in accord with backwoods philosophy. 
As yet the skepticism of modernity had not 
infected the plains, nor had the leprosy of 
free thought rotted their creeds and institu- 
tions. To Bender's simplicity marriage ap- 
pealed as the one cure for such ills as 
Jenny's,' while both he and the Cougar had 
seen the close administered with the aid of a 
Colt's .45. So, absurd or no, the conclusion 
earned the latter's instant approval. 



There was something pathetic, too, in the 
serious way in which, after discussing ways 
and means, they spoke of Jenny's future. 
"She '11 be a lady," the Cougar commented. 
"Too big to look at you an' me." 

Bender's nod incarnated self-effacement. 
but he bristled when the Cougar suggested 
that Molyneux might not treat her rightly. 
and his scowl augured a quick widowhood in 
such premises. "We '11 go up for him to- 
morrow." 

"An' after it's all over?" 

"Oregon for you an' me — the camps on the 
big timber." 

The big timber! The Cougar's bleak face 
lit up with sudden warmth. Giant pines of 
Oregon woods; rose-brown shade of cathe- 
dral redwoods; the roaring unrest of lacy 
cataracts; peace of great rivers that float 
the rafts and drives from snow-capped Rock- 
ies down to the blue Pacific ; these and the 
screaming sawmills that spew their product 
over the meridians, the pomp of that great 
piracy; the sights, sounds, resinous odors 
that the Cougar would never experience 
again, were vividly projected into his con- 
sciousness. 

"Man!" He drew a deep breath. "It 
can't come too quick for me. I'm sick of 
these plains where a man throws a shadow 
clean to the horizon. I'm hungry for the 
loom of the mountains." After a pause, he 
added, "Coming back to yourself — have you 
eaten today?" 

The language he accorded to Bender's 
negative would shake the type from a re- 
spectable printer's fingers, yet, in essence, 
was exactly equivalent to the "You poor 
dear!" of an anxious wife or mother. Strid- 
ing off, he quickly returned with coffee and 
food, which Bender was ordered to eat under 
pain of instant loss of his liver, lights and 
sundry other useful organs. Then being be- 
sotted in his belief in action as a remedy for 
mental disorders, he suggested a visit to the 
turn above the bridge where the logs bad 
jammed twice that afternoon. 

Another day would put the last log under 
the bridge and see the temporary structure 
dismantled and afloat; but though only the 
tail of the drive remained above, the jams 
had backed it up for a couple of miles so 
that the logs now filled the river from bank 
to bank. They floated silently, or nearly so, 
for the soft thud of collisions, mutter of 



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179 



■rinding bark, merged with the low roar of 

Hut a brillinnt northern moon 

In the serried amy; when the men crossed 

• •mild pick the yellow sawn ends from 

■be black of the mass. 

I'nder org* of the same thought, t hey 

paused on the other side and looked back 

the northern trail. With the lieip- 

tioii of tb( cook, whose pots proclaimed his 

Llabors with shrill tintinnabiilution. the camp 

>pt, its big watch-fire burning red and 

Bow. Beneath that bright moon scrub, bluff. 

scaur, ravine and headland stood out, lacking 

only the colors of day, and they con. 

ail's twin ruts writhing like a black 
make across the ashen bottoms into the 
my which it gained the prairies. 

The Cougar's quick eye first discerned a 

nj» blot, but Bender gave it identity. 

i 's shore Molyneux's rig. He'd a loose 

bpoke when he went by t' other dav. Hear 

'let" 

It was clear and sharp as the clatter of a 

-tick along a wooden paling, and the 

ir whispered, "It 's sure him. When' 

kin he be goingf Do you reckon — " 

The same thought was in Bender's mind. 

" — an she there — alone T No one ever starts 

r I .one Tree this time o' night — " after 

a pause he added, " — but that 's where 

* A strident chuckle told that the Cougar 
had caught his meaning. "That 's right. 
; us the trouble o' going after him. 
Kind, aint lie T Jes' step into the shadow 
till lie 's fairly on the brii 

If they had remained in the moonlight he 

would never have seen them. Dusk had 

lit no surcease of his mad thought; 

rather its pence stimulated his excitement by 

shutting him out from the visible world. 

were his thoughts? It takes a strong 

man to face his contemplated villainies. 

immemorial time your scoundrel has 

ible to justify his acts by some sort of 

ed reasoning, and Molyneux was no 

ion to the rule. "Why do you muddy 

'he « . I am drinking T" the Wolf 

the Lamb. "How could I 

seeing that the stream flows from you to 

i he Lamb filed in exception "N'one of 

nsolenoe!" the Wolf roared as he made 

ill. 

In the same way Molyneux excluded from 

rht everything that conflicted with his 



intention — the first rudeness that lost him 
Helen's maiden confidence. hi- inridias 
tempts to mo lier from her husband, her 
undoubted right to reject hi- advances. He 
twisted his own crime to her demerit. "She 
diil n't know about that when she was draw- 
ing me on!" he exclaimed whenever Jenny's 
letter thrust into his meditation. "Why 
should it cut any iee now? It is just an 
to throw me a second time. But she 
shant do it. by Qodl Kol -lie shunt ! She 
shant! She's a coquette ! a damned co- 
quette. I'll—" Then a red rage, heaving 
tumultuous passion, would drown articulate 
thought so that his intention never took 
form in words. But one thing if. certain 
he was thoroughly dangerous. In that mood 
Helen would have fared as ill at his hands 
a- the I.amb at the paws of the Wolf. 

The sudden stoppage of his ponies, mid- 
i the bridge, broke up hi- rew'iie. As 
the moon struck full in his own face, he 
-aw the two men only as shadows; but there 
was no mistaking (tender's bulk and after a 
-ingle startled glance. Molyneux hailed him. 
"I- that you. Mr. Bend. 

"It's me all right. Where might i/o« be 
heading fort" 

It was the usual trail greeting, preliminary 
to conversation, but Molyneux sensed a dif- 
ference of tone, -avor of c nand, menace 

of authority that galled his haughty spirit. 
Vexed by the impossibility of explanation, 
his disdain of the settler tribe in general 
would not permit him to lie: from which 
conflict of feeling his stiff answer was born : 

"1 dost see that it is any of your business." 

"You dont '" Kquallv stiff, the reply 
from the huge dim shape. "Well. I'm 
a-going to make it mine. Sou 're going to 
I Tree.'' 

Puzzled, Molyneux glanced from Bender's 
imleliniteness to the Cougar's dim crouch. 
He was not afraid. In him the courn 
his vices was reinforced by enormous racial 
and family pride; the combination that made 
the British fool the finest of officers until 
mathematics and quick-firing artillery re- 
placed the sword and melee. Mistaking the 
situation, he attempted to carry it off with a 
laugh. 

"What have you chap- been drinking' 
Here, pass the bottle." 

"Not till we wet your wedding,'' the 
Cougar interjected, dryly. 



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THE PACIFIC MONTHLY. 



Astonished, now, as well as puzzled, Moly- 
neux yet rejected a sudden suspicion as im- 
possible. Out of patience, galled by this 
mysterious opposition, he said, testily, "Are 
you crazy? I do not intend — " 

" — to go to Lone Tree," Bender inter- 
rupted. "Yes, we know. You was heading 
up for Glaves's place." 

Seriously disconcerted, Molyneux hid it 
under an ironical laugh. "I must say that I 
marvel at your intimate knowledge of my 
affairs. And since you are so well posted, 
perhaps you can tell me why I am going to 
Lone Tree?" 

"I kin that." The huge dim figure with 
its crouched attendant shadow moved a pace 
nearer, then the man's stern bass launched on 
the quivering moonlight, reciting to an ac- 
companiment of rushing waters, this oldest 
of woodland sagas. Beginning at the night 
he picked Jenny up on the trail, he told all — ■ 
Jed Hines's cruel fury, the birth and burial 
of his, Molyneux's child, the outcast girl's 
subsequent illness, Helen's kindness, the doc- 
tor's philanthropy, the kindly conspiracy 
that protected her from social infamy. "An' 
us that saw her through her trouble," he 
finished, "are bound to see her righted." 

If the limelights of history and fiction 
were thrown more often upon motives and 
psychology and less on deeds and action, 
characters would not appear in such hard 
colors of black and white. It were false to 
paint Molyneux an irredeemable black. 
"Your child?" He winced at the phrase and, 
perhaps for the first time, an inkling of the 
enormity of his offense was borne in upon 
him. His child ! It was the flesh of his own 
loins that had suffered midnight burial at 
the hands of Carter and the kindly priest! 
The thought struck with enormous force — 
then faded. Tor back of him was that vicious 
generation whose most cultured exponent 
wrote to his own son that "a seduction or 
two was necessary to the education of a 
gentleman." Through pride of family, the 
dead hands of haughty and licentious for- 
bears reached to throttle remorseful feeling. 

Was he to be called to account by com- 
mon settlers, the savages of the scornful 
English phrase? Anger colored his next re- 
mark. "Waited till you were good and ready, 
did n't you ? Your diligence falls short of 
your zeal, my friends or — " 

"Dont flatter yourself," Bender sternly in- 



terrupted. "You kin thank her for the de- 
lay. If we 'd known — you 'd long ago have 
been either dead or married. But she kep" 
her own counsel till she thought as someone 
else's welfare called her to speak. 'T was n't 
needed. 'T other 'd already found you out 
for herself." 

Blinking under the savage contempt, Moly- 
neux but answered stiffly enough. "Now lis- 
ten — I deny nothing, though she received at- 
tentions from one of my pupils and it might 
very well have been — " 

"You lie !" 

The lie never comes so unpleasantly as 
when asserting a truth; so, though he knew 
that he had lied, Molyneux's eyes glinted 
wickedly, his hand tightened on his whip. 
A glance right and left showed him the river, 
only a light handrail between him and dark 
waters. There was not room to turn; the 
giant blocked the way. Under constraint, he 
spoke quietly, "Neither do I profess sorrow. 
What is done is done. If the girl had taken 
me into her confidence — " 

"—likely, wasn't it?" 

A line of Jenny's letter, a damnable fact, 
flashed into Molyneux's mind, but he went 
on, " — I'd have taken care of her; am will- 
ing to do so yet — in a certain way. Mar 
riage, of course, is out of the question. We 
are unfitted for each other — " 

" — no one's denying that." 

He ignored the sarcasm. " — could not be 
happy together." 

"Who said anything about you living to- 
gether?" 

The interruptions were most disconcerting, 
but he continued, "Now if you, as her rep- 
resentatives, self-appointed or otherwise — " 
he could not refrain from the sarcasm " — if 
vou will name a sum — " 

"What?" 

Twenty rods away the camp now slept, 
steeped in the drug of labor, all but the 
cook, who came running out of his tent and 
was thus witness of the event. Looking up- 
stream, he saw them blackly silhouetted 
against the moonlit sky, a shadow show, play 
of marionettes upon the bridge. 

"Out of my way! Let go!" 

Followed the swish and crack of Moly- 
neux's whip as he lashed Bender over the 
face, then fell to flogging his horses. But 
stinging pain had freed in the giant those 
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in other years. 1 1 • • linn- on while 

plunging beasts drowned the river's mar 

tluuiiler of in>n hoofs, ('liable ti> break 
», they reared — their smooth elongated 
■ ■nveying to the co«>k an odd impres- 
of slugs rearliinir upward t hrou g h moon- 
dew — then, stooping quickly under the 
beast, the mad giant took its full weight 
his shoulder and with a mighty heave sent 
and rig crashing sideways off the 

A quick leap saved Molyneux — for the 

'it. All through the action had moved 

with kinetoseopic quickness and it acceler 

so that the cook could scarcely establish 

Mts sequence. Like an angry bull. Bender 

shook the hair from his eyes, then, as he 

:. came a report, a puff of smoke curled 

up from Molyneux's hand: the giant 

■ thudded at length on the bridge. Followed 

' a yell, piercing cry. suitable to the animal 

which the Cougar was named. As Ben 

der fell, he rushed. The pistol spoke again. 

While the cook was running twenty yards, a 

furious tangle writhed over the bridge. 

ami as he came darting out from behind a 

bunch of willow scrub, he saw that it was 

Bender lav alone under the moon- 



S"w this was the cook of a lumber camp. 
equivalent to saying that he was a man of 
He had i ked on B Contract, Su- 
perior Construction I >i vision of the Trunk 
Line, and so had seen a liberal sprinkling of 

•umblers go into the dump — a grisly 
foundation for track, sorely, yet what l«tter 
could the builders of the road desire than 
to be cradled under the ties and sleep, sleep, 
•Jeep to the thundering lullaby of the faat 

sst Which intimacy with the pale 
terror is responsible for his prompt action 
in these unusual premises. Molyneux's bul- 
let had merely grazed Bender's temple. He 
rose, staggering, as the cook made the bridge 
and. seeing that he was too sick and dizzy to 
handle the situation, the latter took it into 

wn able hands. 

A- before mentioned, a drive camp sleeps 

in its boots, and the shots had brought a 

•core out from their sleep on a hunt for 

Man .hove offen the bridge!" he 

yelled. "An' Cougar went after him! 

They 're both under the drive! Scatter down- 

im an' skin your eves for bubble- 




Thus, on the spur af the moment, the cook 
tustorj as accurately, perhaps, as the 
run of bjstoriani for after the drive ones 
closed serried ranks o\er the Struggling men, 
vere never seen again; none could riM- 
with an opposing theory. When, a few days 
later, the water was drawn off at the first 
dam. the horses Hoated out on the shallows. 
But the men -the river carried them to lis 
secret places; buried them in SOBM scour Of 
pothole, free at last, one of his passions, the 
incubus of his generations, the other 

■ain. That night, if such things be. 
joined the CongST after his years of suffer- 
ing in perfect knowledge with his "little 
girl." 

i IIAITKIt XXI. 

Persecution. 

JKS. the cook made hist..ry. 
for though the event fur- 
nished gossip for the ninety 
davs which, on the lonely 
frontier, corresponds with 
the world's nine days' won- 
der, his story wa- never i|iie-tioned. The 
truth lay buried between him and Bender, 
and if either visited her grave, it was never 
in company with the other. Up to the time 
that delirium tremens removed the cook from 
the snows of a Rooky Mountain camp to a 
Sp h ere where pots are said to Ixul with or 
without watching. Bender never knew just 
how much or little be really knew. 

To others the event appeared under van 
ing complexion-. Helen and Jenny were 
shocked, the latter without astonishment, 
though her firm belief that sin had at last 
received its full wage was without trace of 
malignance, and both were sorrier than they 
had any right to lie. A- for the settlers, 
they regarded the affair rather in the light of 
a special d u of Providence. Flock- 

ing to the auction of the dead man's effects 
a month later, they caballed against high 
bidding and paid for chattels they bought at 
ridiculous pines in long-time notes — for that 
was the "Black Year,*' and, throughout Mani- 
toba, nothing could be sold i 

Poverty, sociologists tell us. is the mother 
of crime, and as those hard times subse- 
quently influenced the settlers in their atti- 
tude toward Helen, they are surely worthy 
of mention. To begin, the country was prac- 
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Fall had left the wheat useless even for seed, 
and but for the fact that the provincial gov- 
ernment had imported and distributed free 
seed, not an acre of grain would have been 
sown that year. The seriousness of the crisis 
may be gauged by the legislature's further 
action in enacting an exemption law that 
practically excluded all of a farmer's goods 
arid chattels from legal execution. This was 
good, but in that it was not nor could be 
made retroactive, it benefited only the new- 
comers and left the pioneers, who had spent 
their little all opening up the country, still 
liable to foreclosure and execution. 

On the northern settlers times had borne 
particularly hard. During boom years all 
had assumed loan indebtedness, and whereas 
creditors had bided patiently successive kan 
seasons on the chance of a branch railroad 
and bumper crop, now that the country's 
credit, its very future was trembling in bal- 
ance, implement men and storekeepers raced 
with twenty-per-cent shylocks to grab what 
they could from the wreck. That Spring the 
Sheriff of Brandon was the busiest man in 
the countryside. He and his deputies sowed 
summonses, executions, foreclosures, broad- 
cast over the land. Wolves of the law, they 
harried the farmers till the optimism of the 
brilliant emigration pamphlets was swamped, 
submerged beneath inky pessimism. Small 
wonder that — coupled with idleness, breeder 
of mischief, in the slack season that Glaves 
feared between seeding and haying — small 
wonder that some of the rancor bred by .hard 
conditions should be vented upon Helen. 

She may be said to have stood in uncom- 
fortable position as lightning conductor be- 
tween this cloud of spleen and the earth 
upon which it should have properly been dis- 
charged; and, looking back, one may see the 
storm gathering over her fair head, observ- 
ing in its approach all of the natural phe- 
nomena—first the cold wind, social disfavor, 
the whispers; next heavy drops thudding in 
the dust, the snubs and slights; lastly thun- 
der, lightning, rain, downright persecution. 

The whispers, of course, she did not hear, 
but she could not overlook the difference in 
trail greeting-s which were either far too 
warm or much too cool, according to the 
years and disposition of the greeter. Cold- 
ness was endurable, but the rude stares, con- 
scious laughter of the younger boors often 
caused her to fly the hot colors of angry 



shame. Yet even this hurt less than the sud 
den shy suspicion of her pupils. Wherea 
they were wont to hang upon her skirts, the 
now held aloof in play hours and ran straigli 
home from school. 

"Mother says I'm not to walk with yo 
any more," one tot explained her haste. Hoi 
that stung! Having only the faintest o 
ideas, little more than a suspicion of th 
strength and nature of this uncomfortabl 
prejudice, she resented it as bitter injustie 
and held a proud head until a thing har 
pened that almost broke her spirit. 

Of all the settler women. Ruth Murchiso 
was the one girl with whom Helen had bee 
or could be on anything like terms of int: 
macy. Quiet and thoughtful. Ruth ha 
gone through the English common school 
and had taken the Junior Oxford Examine 
tion ; to which passable education a taste fc 
good leading had formed a further bom 
Wherefore Helen was delighted when, on 
days, news drifted in to the postoffice the 
Ruth was to be married to the Prohatione: 
the young minister who preached Morrill 
funeral sermon. 

Borrowing a beast from Glaves, she rod 
north, one evening, to offer congratulation: 
and as Murchisons lived several miles nort 
of Silver Creek Valley, night fell while sh 
still lacked half a mile of the homesteac 
From that distance, the windows' yello* 
blaze advised of fuss and busy preparation 
drawing nearer, voices, laughter, the whii 
of an egg-beater, clatter of cooking ges 
came down the trail merrily freighting th 
dusk. Infected by the cheer, she gave 
shrill halloa, spurred to a gallop and dre' 
in at the door with a clatter of hoofs. 

"Ruth! 0, Ruth !" she called. "'Ruth-y! 

Instantly the voices hushed, then, afte 
an uncomfortable pause, she heard Mr 
Murchison say in thin, constrained tones 
"Mrs. Carter is out there, Father?" 

Followed a shuffling and the door opene 
revealing Murchison framed in yellow ligh 
Stout, robust, ruddy with that mottled-bee 
English complexion, he came of that stoi 
yeoman stock whose twanging longbow 
sounded France's knell at Cre?y and Poi< 
tiers, of that rich blood the slow drainas 
of which has left England flabby, anemi 
flaccid. He had not wished to leave, bv 
England had become industrial without fui 
ther place for her yeomen. Over fields ths 



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183 



ere enriched by the tilt li of thirty Murelii- 

on generations, a thousand factories were 

epositing >>oot and blighting acids. Amer- 

t« it wheat and beeves had wiped out Kn*:- 

sh profits, while enormous rents ate up 

fanner's substance. So Murcbison, 

•id's best, had become partner in exile 

ith the remittance men, her worst. Un- 

rmbtedly there was no symptom of remit- 

weakness in the scowl he turned on 

lelen. 

Behind him. Helen could see Ruth, red and 

uharrassed. hanging her head over the egg- 

■ter. A half dozen girls and neighbor 

women, who had come in to help in the bak- 

and brewing, were exchanging meaning 

mces across the table. 

"Uutli! Sh.- '* well." Murchison answered 

er question. 

knew what to expect now, but nerved 
srself to face the situation. "'Can't I see 

-WhyT" 

donl run with your kind." 
"Oh. Mr Murchison!" He felt the heart 
is, y.t glowered rnlnnH— lj. for it had 
tn the habit of his fotbeui to thrash their 
omen into good behavior. He itched to do 
for the irood of her soul, but lacking 
power, he growled. "If yen don't like it 
-keep better company." 
If he had been alone, she would undouht- 
ly have challenged his reproach ami. while 
•ring herself in his eyes, have turned away 
it ure trouble. Hut a titter from within 
her pride. "Very well, please give her 
, Tat illations." And, taping, she rode 
ray. 

Good-hearted as rough, Murchison stared 

tricken with sudden compunction. He 

new that she must have intended to stay 

he night and here she was, a timorous 

^man, ridinir out into the darkness. 

lere !" he shouted, "come back !" 

Rut she held on, eyes snapping, cheeks 

llame, throat convulsed under the strain of 

oppressing imminent hysteria. Beyond ear 

the broke down, venting her injured 

less in broken speech between bursts 

bbing. "They hate . . . me . . . 

1 "inn me . because . . my 

ie. ... It wasn't my 

fault - that is. altogether." 

eeted herself. v Of course . . . 



I failed him. But I was . . . sorry 
. . . would have done better ... if he 
had . . . given me a chance. . . . He 's 
•rn . . . and stiff ', ft 

would not even let tins undoubted truth pass 
unmodified. "But then ... he thooghl 
I did n't love him. Perhaps I 

didn't . . . then. I was a little fool. 
. . . But I do! 1 do!" She stretched wild 
arms to the darkness. "I do! I do! I do!" 
But the velvet night returned nothing to her 
embrace and she collapsed, lobbing, upon the 
pony's neck. Still the cry did her good, 
tided over hysteria, composed and quieted 
was able to meet the trustee's 
dance of ipeetaeled inquiry as she entered 
the cabin. 

Kindliness as well as curiosity inhered in 
his glance, for besides the cash and educa- 
tional prestige which she had brought to his 
cabin, the trustee had come to like her tot 
herself. The frost and grizzle of tifty Win- 
ters thawed under his smile as he threw a 
Winnipeg paper across the table. "Catch! 
.lust ki'in in. Yes, there's a story 'bout him. 
.Vow dont eat it." 

.iphorically, she did", indeed, devour the 
article, and while she read the □ 
watched with something of puzzled astonish- 
ment the lovely tide that flowed out from the 
lace at her neck and drowned out her pale 
creams to the roots of her hair. He had 
ample opportunity for study, as the article 
was long. Just then Carter's line, with its 
promise of competition, focused the interest 
of the entire province, and some enterprising 
seribe had risen to the opportunity afforded 
by a visit West of the general manager of 
the trunk line, to interview him upon the 
probable action of his road in proceed il 
condemn a crossing of its right of way. 
Time, however, bad not abated one iota of 
the manager's sphinx-like quality. While 
affable, he bad declined to discuss railroad 
politics, remarking that his company did not 
"cross bridges before they were built." In- 
terviewed, in his turn, upon the significance 
' of the aforesaid remark, Carter had ventured 
the opinion that the trunk line | soptfl would 
not oppose the crossing, and thereby bad 
provoked a flaming editorial upon his art- 

"!f the people behind Mr. Carter imagine 
that the greediest monopoly in history' will 
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crowbar pries off its fingers one by one, they 
are mightily mistaken," the editor hotly de- 
clared. "Forewarned is forearmed, and we 
hereby present them, gratis, with this piece 
of information — while they are running their 
grades in peaceful confidence that will be 
most appropriate in the innocent age when 
lion and lamb lie down together, the monop- 
oly is gathering men and means, preparing to 
crush their enterprise by force should the 
crooked enginery of the law fail its purpose. 
Why else have five hundred extra men been 
distributed among the sections on either side 
of the proposed crossing? Why does a 
gravel train stand permanently across the 
proposed right of way? The head of Mr. 
Carter's prairie grade is now only a few 
miles away, and soon he will receive unmis- 
takable answer to these questions." 

"He's dead right there, that editor man," 
the trustee said when, a rosy red, Helen 
looked up from her reading. "Old Brass- 
Bowels was born with a nateral insight into 
the nater of a dead cinch." 

"But wont the law support my — " she 
paused, then bravely finished. " — my hus- 
band? Can't he compel a crossing?" 

"The law?" Sniffing, Jimmy indicated the 
legal patchwork on the wall with a compre- 
hensive sweep of his pipe. "The law said 
as I was to pay them, but did I? Humph!" 

"But they '11 hardly dare to fly in the face 
of the province? Public opinion is a great 
moral force." She quoted a sentence from 
the editorial with gusto. 

"Yes, but 't aint much of a club. Did you 
ever see one of my hawgs stan' aside, even 
when he was full, to let another have a go 
at the trough? Not till I hit him on the 
snout. Well, they aint a-going to cross the 
trunk line these two years, an' for my part 
I dont care if they never cross." 

"Why?" Her eyes dilated widely. 
"Would n't a competing line benefit you, all 
of the province?" 

Nodding, he regarded her from half-shut 
eyes. "Oh, I aint expecting to walk on gold 
this side o' the pearly gates. As for my rea-t 
sons, they aint a mile away from here. I'm 
not wishing too much success for a man 
that deserts his wife." 

Touched, and very much flushed as to the 
face by his genuine if crabbed sympathy, 
the reasons yet shook her head and spoke up 
for the recreant husband stoutly as she had 



defended him against herself. She made, 
however, small headway against his obduracy. 

"Well, that 's the way I see it. By the 
way." he added, heading off a disposition 
for further argument, "did you see the 
evangelist? Pitched his tent over by 
Flynn's. You want to go. Beats a three- 
ring circus .when Old Man Cummings hits up 
to his gait." 

"Jimmy! Jimmy!" His wife looked up 
from her ironing; then daunted, perhaps, by 
his twinkle, she addressed Helen. "He 
had n't orter talk that-a-way, my dear. If 
Mr. Cummings does go on the rampage a 
bit when he gets het up, at least he 's sincere. 
As for him — " she turned a severe eye on 
her husband, "we '11 get him yet." 

"Yes, I see myself. Her idea of heaven," 
he shrugged at the ironing board, "is an 
eternal class-meeting with everybody giving 
their experience — love feast, she calls it. I 
like something solider. Give me plenty to 
eat, a pipe by a warm fire an' something to 
read, an' I'll sign away my harp an' crown." 
Ignoring his better half's remark that he 
would not lack the fire, he finished, "She's 
going. Would n't miss a meeting. Ked n't 
keep her away with a club. So if you 'd like 
to see some fun — " 

"If 't was jes' out of curiosity I'd ask her 
to stay at home." his wife interrupted. "But 
she 's not that kind an' I'll be glad to take 
her." 

"If you will?" Helen assented, and so, re- 
turning to the analogy, placed herself be- 
neath the leaden belly of the lowering storm. 

CHAPTER XXII. 

Denunciation. 
'JMOLTEN sun was smoulder- 
ing in the ashes of day when, 
the following evening, Helen 
with Mrs. Glaves drove up to 
the gospel tent. It still 
lacked half an hour of meet- 
ing time, so while her companion joined the 
early arrivals who were passing time by 
holding a service of song inside, Helen sat 
on in the buckboard and watched the sun- 
set, observed herself by a group of remit- 
tance men and a scattering of settler youths 
who sprawled nearby on the grass. 

Enthralled, she scarcely saw them; had 
eyes only for the ruby sun that stained the 
prairies with amber incandescences, the 




THE SETTLE!!. 



IM 



ribbed glories of the fiery cloud pillars that 
■earned to uphold the darkling vault above. 
As the orb slid into his blankets of rose and 

-hy stars peeped down at violet shad- 
ow- that crawled -lowly up the slopes and 
knolls; over all fell the hush of evening. 
It was one of the moment- when the Rid- 
Intinity, Puzzles of Time. Space, 

iy appear as concrete though unthink- 
able realities; weigh down and oppress the 
.-nil with a sense of its insignificance. 

-t the black-blue vault the stars loomed 
as worlds; she could see beyond, around 
them. Through vast voids planets were rnsh- 
iii'j- on their courses; suns with attendant 
systems swung on measured arcs obedient 
to — whatf ... A thin minor, querulous 
plaint stole out on the hush : 

"Poor crawling Worm of Earth. 
.1 Child of Sin, am I—" 

as an honest attempt at the riddle, hut 

'its incongruity, futile insufficiency, caused 

shrug with sudden annoyance. She 

red if, somewhere in planetary space. 

other "pirn utient dust" were equally 

afflicted with a sense of their central impor- 

m the scheme of things. The apologetic 

whine spoiled the sunset; she impatiently 

turned to watch the arrivals, the wagons, 

buckboard.s, horsemen, that were streaming 

in on even- trail. 

"How are you. Mrs. Carterf" 

■•as Danvers, Molyneux's old pupil. 
An honest lad and merry, she always liked 
him. and now made him welcome to the seat 
beside her; laughed at the (ire of chaff he 
immediately directed at the arrivals. Indi- 
Cumniings. whose ovine expression 
had sustained no diminution since the day 
he l>earded the general manager, he remarked. 
*He'l rreat, Mr- Carter; puts it all over 
v Irving. Ami there's the sky-pilot! 
a Jove-like i>ort." 
There was, ol little wit and less 

r in his chaff, but his intentions were 
'able, so, ignoring the sour looks of the 
arriving settlers, she gave him smiling atten- 
tion lqi to the moment they entered the tent 
er. and to prepared the way for what 
followed. For though, going in, she left 
levity without, her modest and devout hear- 
ould not mitigate her offense in allying 
herself with the English Ishmael. It was 



aggravated, moreover, by her remaining with 
him in clo-e proximity to the remit ■ 
crowd on the back benches; thereafter nolh- 
uld save her: she remained I target 
for sour glances throughout the service. 

Tin- was on the usual pattern : rousing 
hymns, prayer, testimony and exhortation, 
then when groans and ejaculations testitied 
to the spiritual temperature the evangel 
stout man of bull-like build, proceeded to 
cut off yards of the "undying worm" and lo 
measure bushels of the "fire that quencheth 
not" for the portion of such as refused to 
\iew the problems of Infinity through aught 
but his own wildly gleaming spectacles. His 
discourse, indeed, bristled with those cant 
terms which, while entirely devoid of mean- 
ing, are still eminently conducive of religious 
a, and his efforts were the more suc- 
cessful because of the absence of the Pro- 
bationer, a thoughtful young fellow, whose 
rare common sense could be depended upon 
to prevent religious emotion from degener- 
ating into epilepsy. 

Lacking his wholesome presence, the 
evangelist paced the platform under the yel- 
low lantern light, stretching long black arms, 
hovering over the people like some huge dark 
bird as he pleaded, threatened, thundered, 
launching hi- fiery periods on a groaning 
wave of "aniens" and "halleluias." As he 
went on. painting heaven and hell into hi- 
lurid scheme of things, sighs and exclama- 
tions grew in volume; flooding feeling pabed 
through the audience; wild settler youths 
who had come to scoff exchanged uneasy- 
glances on the back benches, a sure sign of 
coming stampede. 

This was the psychological moment and. 
skilled in his trade, the revivalist pounced 
upon it. BtiOing the groaning chorus with 
upheld hand, he solemnly invited all who 
were not against the Lord Jesus to stand, an 
old revival trick and one which now, as al- 
. turned. For as before said, the plains 
were not yet infected with the leprosy of 
agnosticism and, Episcopalians to a man, 
even the Englishmen were not willing to 
pose as the o|>cn enemies of Ood. 

Once standing and pilloried in the public 
eye, it was but a question of minutes until 
the hack benches began to yield up penitents. 
One by one the settler youths were gathered 
in to the mourning bench until, at last, Helen 
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"Come ye! Come ye to the Lord!" The 
preacher pleaded, but haughty and coldly 
constrained, the remittance men ignored the 
invitation and so, for the space of a thun- 
derous hymn of praise over the penitents, 
agnostic civilization and the fervid frontier 
faced each other across the middle benches. 
From that dramatic setting anything might 
come. Moment, feeling, atmosphere all 
pointed to the event that came to pass as 
the hymn died. 

Leaping upon a bench and so adding its 
height to unusual tallness, a woman pointed 
a warning hand at the unbelievers. Thin, 
family-worn, and naturally cadaverously 
yellow, she was now flushed with the fever 
of delirium. "In that day," she screeched, 
"the Tares shall be separated from the Wheat 
and cast with the grass into the oven I" Then, 
while her finger indicated man after man, 
she raised the grewsome hymn : 

"I heard the sinners wailing, wailing, wailing, 
1 heard the sinners wailing on that Great 
Day!" 

Traveling around the benches, her skinny 
finger finally fastened on Helen, and as the 
lugubrious refrain came to an end, she burst 
forth in tremendous paraphrase. "Beware 
ye of the Scarlet Woman! Avoid ye, for 
her portals lead down to Death ; her feet take 
hold of Hell !" 

The silence of paralysis followed. So still 
it was that a mosquito's thin whine sounded 
through the tent, the tinkle of a cowbell came 
in from far pastures, a dog could be heard 
barking a long way off. Swinging from the 
tent pole, a circle of lanterns lit dark flushed 
faces, and thus, for the space of a long 
breath Helen faced the virago — one glow- 
ering, malignant, the other pale with aston- 
ishment, mutely indignant. She was not 
confused. On the contrary, thought and 
vision were surprisingly clear; she noted 
Mrs. Glaves's shocked look, the vindictive 
settler faces, the Englishmen's blank ex- 
pressions. 

"We had better go. May 1 drive you 
home, Mrs. Carter?" Danvers, the witless, 
• he foolish, rose to the situation. 

Low-pitched, his voice yet carried to every 
ear as did her clear reply, "After the service 
is over." 

It was defiance as well as answer, and as 
she threw it in the lowering face of the con- 



gregation, her glance fixed on the evangelist 
who, till then, had stood, mouth open, hand 
arrested midway of a gesture, a bear led, 
spectacled effigy of ridiculous surprise. 
Starting under her pale scorn, he flushed, 
looked for a second through shining bewild- 
ered glasses, then strode forward and seized 
the virago's arm. 

"Sister, sister! Judge not that ye be not 
judged!" Then, himself again, he swept a 
pudgy hand over the benches. "Sit down, 
all! Brother Cummings will lead in 
prayer." 

It mercifully happens that sudden calam- 
ity carries its own anesthetic in that it blinds, 
confuses, destroys feeling, numbs the facul- 
ties that ought to register its importance. 
Under Helen's unnatural calmness, she was 
dimly conscious of a sick excitement, but this 
was unrelated with her thought. She saw 
and sensed as usual. Was aware of curious 
backward glances, the sympathy of the Eng- 
lishmen at her side; heard every word of 
Cummings's sputtering prayer, the following 
hymn and benediction ; only her mind re- 
fused commerce with these things. Divorced 
from the present, it juggled the terms of an 
equation in that day's lesson up to the mo- 
ment that the remittance men came crowding 
about Danvers' rig after the meeting. 

Aside from their looseness and general in- 
efficiency, the lads were brave enough, and 
though some of them had won or lost bets 
on her reputation, winners were no more 
eager than losers to avenge the insult that 
had been provoked by her association with 
themselves. 

"Just say the word, Mrs. Carter," Dan- 
vers pleaded, "and we '11 lick the crowd." 

"And put a head on the preacher," young 
Poole added, sinfully licking his chops. 

From the darkness that enveloped the 
press of rigs and wagons rose jeering voices, 
sneers, laughter, the conscious cackle of 
scandal. Several times she heard her own 
name. There was provocation and to spare, 
but though a word would have started a 
racial riot, she desired only solitude, to flut- 
ter home like a wounded bird to its nest. 

"No, no!" she answered them. "Take me 
home ! Only take me home !" 

Arrived there, she flew to her own room, 
leaving Danvers to enlighten the trustee. 
Lying face down on her bed, she heard the 
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187 



reflections upon revivals particular and jren- 
eral, his wife's whimperii I when she 

returned. His growl extended far into the 
night, and when it was finally extinguished 
by a robust snoring, the girl was afflicted 
with a sense of lost companionship; there- 
after she had to suffer it out by herself 

There would be more pain than profit in 
ibtag her reflections, agonizing*. Sufli- 
cient to know that a knife in the breast hurts 
a woman less than a stab at her reputation. 
«nd her thought was none the tweeter for 
the knowledge that she had drawn the blow 
by giving way to her pique. Her resolve as 
expresM-d next morning t<> Jimmy Giai 
of more concern to the story. 

Bbe had turned impatiently from 
Glaves's tearful apologies, but when the old 
trustee laid a kindly hand on her shoulder 
as she passed him in the garden on her way 
to school, she gave him hon. 

v you aint to bother. 'T was on'y 
Bodd, the old harridon. Nobody minds 

Hut lbs shook her head in accordance with 
her resolution to face truth. "She Krai 
ng what was in everybody's minda, I 
know it, and though I didn't intend it. I'm 
partly to blame for their suspicion." 1 1 *■ i 
month drew thin and Ann as she finished, "I 
shall live it down." 

"CooTM you will!" he heartily agreed. 
"That 's my brave girl !" But his face dark- 
ened after she had passed on. and he slowly 
wagged a grave head as he plied his hoe in 
garden. 

For he knew the difficulty, impossibility 
of the task she had marked out for herself. 
Mostly Of Beoteh descent, the settlers were 
deeply imbued with that granite hardness, 
lack of sentiment, turbulent bigotry, which 
caused the history of their race to l>e written 
in blood. Dogmatic, wedded to convention, 
M clannishness reinforced their bitter 
morality, racial hatred the condemnation of 
sin. With them the offense of the fathers 
was visited upon the children to the fourth 
generation. For instance, it was remem- 
bered against Donald Ross that his great- 
grandfather had died a drunkard and the 
fact had limited his choice of a wife: the 
danghtan of Hector MeClond took inferior 
bosbandl because their grandmother had 
l>een born on the •■ of the knot. 

Handing Mich cold charity around an 



tbeesatrras, what mercy were they likely to 
extend to the >u*| eeted stranger within their 
gatesf Jimmy was still wagging his head 
when, half an hour later, the Probationer 
reined in at the end of the garden. 

ring of the scandal on the 1-one Tree 
trail, the young man had turned aside to in- 
quire into and express ■ for the 
whole affair; and now he listened patiently 
while the trustee drew invidious parallels be- 
tween the religious movement then proceed- 
ing and his own misfit horticulture. 
see them?" Bawuvlug his pipe from be- 
tween his teeth, he waved it at some half- 
doata Stiaggling apple shoots. "Hardiest 
variety of Silierian crabs. Perfesser at the 

OoVanmanl Bxparimantal Station war- 
ranted 'em to grow at the North Pole. Re- 
mind me of your revival, they .i 

-Why' Don! thej grewf The Proba- 
tioner smiled. 

"(irowt I she'd swan! Four feet every 
Summer an' freeze off to the roots every 
Winter, jes' like your eonverts. Get all het 
up at iimsJIligl, blossom with grace, then 
comes the baeksliding, the frost an' nips the 
leafage. Where's the sense of it f" 

Now the Probationer had his own doubts. 
Having turned a 'prentice hand at revival 
work, he was painfully familiar with its 
characteristic phenomena first hot enthusi- 
asm, slow cooling, obstinate adherence to the 
form after the spirit has fled, finally tbe re- 
action which would leave his people less 
charitable, not quite so kindly, a little poorer 
in the things which make for the kingdom 
of Christ on earth. He had tried to be a 
real shepherd to his flock; to upraise by 
precept, example, counsel and admonition. 
Avoiding dogma, he had brought them to- 
gether irrespective of cult and creed on the 
bread basis of love and a common humanity, 
and just when he was beginning to expect 
fruit from that liberal sowiiur. this bitter 
theologian, the revivalist, had been loosed 
upon him. And this was the first fruit i>t 
his work ! 

Jimmy's illustration coincided exactly 
with his own experience, yet fealty to his 
church demanded some sort of a defense. 
"Nn'l an annual growth better than nonet" 
he asked. "The green shoots certainly im- 
prove the appearance of your garden." 

Jimmy blew a derisive cluiid over ti ■• 
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onions, salvage from worms and Spring 
frost of half an acre's planting. "But you 
<hmt get results. One sound cabbage is worth 
an acre of sick saplings; a cheerful sinner 
discounts a hundred puckered saints. I'm 
scairt as the black knot has got inter that 
orchard o' yourn, sir." 

"I'm afraid so," the young fellow sadly 
agreed. "Well — I must try and prune it 
out." 

"I'd advise the axe," Jimmy grimly com- 
mented. "An' begin with Betsy Rodd." 

Sorrowing, the Probationer drove on to 
the school, where a very cold young lady 
answered his call at the door. A slant of 
sunshine struck in under the porch twining 
an aureole about her golden head, creating 
an auriferous nimbus for her shapely figure. 
Standing there, so cold and pale, she might 
have passed for a statue of purity, and the 
Probationer, being young and still impres- 
sionable, albeit engaged, wondered that any 
should have dared to doubt her. Thawing 
when he mentioned Ruth, she froze again 
as soon as he touched, apologetically, upon 
the event of the night before. 

"If religion strips them of common char- 
ity they would be better without it," she an- 
swered his apology, and turned but a cold 
ear to his plea for his people. They were 
altogether subject to emotion, incapable of a 
reasoned rule of life, he said. With the fear 
of God removed from their hearts they would 
drop to unmentionable levels, to say nothing 
of the hope and consolation religion brought, 
to sweeten their hard lives! 

But he made little headway. "I dont 
doubt they are not quite so bad as they would 
like to be. But there! let us drop the sub- 
ject. Wont you come in and examine the 
children?" 

From this conversation it will be seen that 
her resolve to "live it down" was not exactly 
founded upon grounds that would appeal to 
a professor of ethics; yet her attitude was 
very natural and not so deplorable as would 
at first appear. Was she so much to blame? 
Hardness breeds hardness, opposition its 
like. Fire flies from the impact of iron and 
rock. Always like begets like, heredity ap- 
plies to mental forces. Moreover injured 
pride has stiffened more weak spines and 
given better results than the command to 
turn the other cheek; the desire to "show 
people" lies at the root of many a bravery. 



Lastly, once rehabilitated socially, softness 
comes later to the injured member, increasing 
in ratio to the respect of his or her com- 
munity. And so it would have been with 
Helen — with a different people. 

CHAPTER XXIII. 

The Charivari. 

iTHADDLING a log in his 
I dooryard, the trustee whistled 
' softly while he whittled and 
-y, shaped a pair of birch 
n^*fj"-»ii JF"\\ cro °ks into the ox-collars 
Bt^^^^^^Bl that, with trace chains, are 
preferred in the Northland to the old-fash- 
ioned bows and yoke. The revival was over. 
After passing from house to house like 
measles, mumps or other dark disease, in- 
fecting men on trail, by fireside, at the plow- 
tail with the prejudice he styled religion, 
the evangelist had reported so many head of 
"saved" to his superior and so had swooped, 
like a plague, upon other settlements, leav- 
ing the Probationer to repair, as best he 
might, his ravages in this. Now, two weeks 
later, symptoms in Silver Creek indicated a 
quick recovery — extra meetings had alto- 
gether ceased, bi-weekly prayer meetings 
languished, remarks at the plow-tail showed 
signs of former vigor; the sweat arid labor 
of haying would undoubtedly bring com- 
plete convalescence, and, with it, danger for 
Helen. For while the religious excitement 
had served her by excluding all else from 
the settler mind, tongues would be the sharp- 
er, prejudice the keener for the rest. It was 
but a lull in the storm, the hush that follows 
the first flash and crash of thunder. 

It was knowledge of this fact that- inspired 
the trustee's thoughtful whistling. Already 
he smelled trouble on the wind, the impression 
being formed on many small significances, 
looks, nods, winks and whispered asides at 
"bees" and "raisings,." More important, his 
cabin which, as postoffice, had been a social 
focus, center of news and gossip, a place to 
linger and chat, had of late been almost de- 
serted. Calling for their mail, his neighbors 
departed with the shortest of salutations. So 
having had a gray eye on trouble through 
all, he was not surprised when she presently 
appeared between Shinn and Hines in the 
latter's buckboard. Indeed his comment 
while they were still a hundred yards away 
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if the aim running: in packs this 

wea'hei." Bk l>e«rtlinp brows, BOIWMr, 
drew a grizzled line across his hawk nose 
when the two reined in opposite; he glared 
ionsly wliile Hines glibly discoursed on 
eVOfM, weather, the ox -collars; nor hesitated 
to interrupt ami reach for trouble's forelock. 

••('r r to middling, nothing wrong 

with the hay. the crooks is for Flynn — now, 
what is ii 

Hines blinked and looked silly, but the 
check workeil oppositely M Shinn. Of that 
gaunt, raw-boned backwoods type, produced 
by generations of ineffable hardship and 
-lavish labor, he stood over six feet and 
combined great strength with mean ferocity 
and uncontrollable passion. His huge mouth 
twitched feverishly as he answered, "Sence 
you 're so pressing — it 's the talk through the 
settlement that we orter have a new teacher.'' 

"Umph!" Grunt could not convey greater 
contempt. "Haint you got a teacher ?" 

m, but it's agreed that she aint quite 
the sort to put over innercent children." 

This time the trustee snorted. "Might in- 
fect them brats o' yourn with her sweet man- 
eh?" 

Shinn flushed dully under his yellow skin. 
"That or something else. Anyway, everyone 's 
agreed that she *s gutter go." 
Who's everybody V 

"Mooting, held at my place." Recovering, 
Hines backed up bis partner. 

•-? First I heard of it. Was Flynn 
there? Thought not, he aint much of a 
mixer. Did n't ask me, did yout" 

Hines shuffled uneasily. " 'T was held 
after a prayer meeting — you might ha' been 
there." 

"Prayer meeting. eh? Real Christian, 
wasn't it. to try and take the bread out of 
a good girl's mouth T" 
■dt" 

llines's sneer, the trustee rose, hand 
gripping hard on a heavy crook, eyes one 
gray glare under rugged brows, temple veins 
ridged and swollen. "I said 'goodT 

the frontier a man must usually fur- 
nish material proof of courage, but there 
are exceptions from whom imminent fear- 
lessness distils as an exhalation affecting all 
who come within its atmosphere. Carter was 
such an one: lilaves another. Though neither 
had found it necessary to "make good" 
physically during the settlement's short his- 



tory, their ability to do so was never at qm- 
tion. Behind the reserve of one, crabbed sar- 
casm of the other, danger lay so close to the 
surface that it was always felt, could never 
lie quite forgotten. Indeed, as regards 
(Haves, the feeling took form in the opinion 
often delivered when the qualities of men 
were under discussion, "If the old mat. 
gets started, someone will earn a quick 
funeral." Now Hines quailed, and even the 
truculent Shinn observed silence. 

fflaring on the shrinking Hines, the ti 
went on, "Never forgot how Carter bluffed 
you out on that bay business, did youT An' 
as you was n't man enough to get back at 
him. you 'lowed to take it out of his wife? 
Well, you aint going to. You kin go back 
an' tell them that sent you that so long as 
Flynn an" DM sit on the board, she 'II teach 
this school." 

"That." Shinn retorted, "would be till nex' 
election, but she wont stay that long. E 
you're so stiff about it. Olaves. let me tell 
you that you kaint fly in the face of this set- 
tlement. You may be big wolf, but there's 
others in the pack. If she 's here at the end 
of the month — there 'II lie something doing." 
Nodding evilly, he drove on, leaving the 
trustee to puzzle over his meaning as he 
• <1 and polished the crooks. 

"Rlufling. 1 reckon." he concluded, and 
that, also, was the opinion of Flynn, to 
whom he carried his doubts that evening. 

"There '11 be no way for thim spalpeens 
to fire us av the boordT" Flynn queried. 
"No? Phwat about an opposhition school?" 

"A /in the law to build one in this town- 
ship." 

"Thin 't is all out av the big mouth av 
Shinn. Thalk an' nothing more." 

Roth were continued in their opinion when 
the month drew to a peaceful, if ho: 
Tricked out in various green, woods and 
prairies slumbered or sighed restlessly un 
der torrid heat that extracted their essential 
essences, weighing the heavy air with intense 
odors of curing grasses. There was nothing 
to indicate that the virulent tide of s| ton 
was ready to hurst its banks. Knowing that 
another week would bring on haying with 
its attendant wars to provide an outlet for 
feeling, neither trustee anticipated the event 
which occurred at the full of the moon. 

Though the storm broke around Olaves's 
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pleasant weather, he and his wife would sit 
on their doorstep after the children were in 
bed to enjoy the quiet hour while the peace 
and cool charmed away the cares of the day; 
and this night was particularly beautiful. 
Over dew-lit plains the moon emptied a flood 
of silver and polished the slough beyond the 
dooryard till it shone like burnished steel. 
Rolling: off and away under that tender light, 
the huge earth waves seemed to heave, swell, 
sigh as a lover's bosom under the sweet eyes 
of his mistress; while from the corrals, near- 
by, issued the heavy breathing of contented 
kine. Always music in the ears of a farmer, 
it stimulated Flynn, set him planning for 
the future; but he had hardly touched on 
next year's increase before Mrs. Flynn seized 
his arm. 

"Phwat's that?" 

At first Flynn thought that Glaves was 
"dogging" stray cattle away from his grain 
fields, but when the iron note of beaten pans, 
gunshots, metallic thundering were added to 
the first clash of cowbells, he sprang up. 
"A charivari! At Glaves's. A spite chari- 
vari !" 

"Oh, my God ! Flynn !" his wife exclaimed. 
"That poor girl V She knew what that orgy 
of sound portended. A jest at weddings, 
the charivari was sometimes used as a sinis- 
ter weapon to express communal dislike or 
punish suspicion of sin. The most terrible 
memory of her girlhood was associated with 
a party of fiercely moral backwoodsmen that 
flogged a man at her father's wagon tail and 
dragged a woman, who had offended public 
morals, naked and screaming through a field 
of thistles. In Silver Creek were men who 
had participated in that cruelty, forced to 
emigrate to escape the law. Small wonder 
that she agonized under the thought. "Flynn ! 
Flynn, man ! Hurry, get your horse !" 

Holding the light for him to saddle, she 
called after as he rode away, "Go round be 
Misther Danvers! 'Tis-on'y a mile out av 
your way. Going by here at noon, himself 
told me that he was to have a sthag party 
the night. They '11 jump at the chance an' 
fight none the worse for a shmell av the 
whiskey." 

A cold, with complications in the shape of 
rheumatic pains, sent the trustee early to bed 
that evening, and Helen was sewing by the 
fire with Mrs. Glaves when the charivari 



turned loose outside. As, jumping up, they 
stood staring at one another, he shouted for 
them to bolt the door; and as, after comply- 
ing, Helen returned to the fire, he came limit- 
ing out, bent, warped and twisted by sciatica, 
half-dressed, but grimly resolute. 

"Danger?" he rasped, swinging round on 
his wife as the house trembled under sudden 
thunder of scurrying hoofs outside. "Lis- 
ten!" And when pained bellows followed 
dropping shots, he added, "Peppering the 
cattle. Scairt? Then go an' stick your fool 
head under a pillow. How is it with you?" 

As a matter of fact, Helen's face was 
white as the fluffy shawl from which her 
golden head rose like a yellow crocus above 
soft Spring snows, but noting the thin scar- 
let line of her mouth, the trustee nodded his 
satisfaction. "You '11 do. Swing round that 
lounge — here, where I can train a gun on the 
door. Good !" He eased his length along it 
with a groan of relief. "Now hand me the 
gun — no, the other." Rehanging his own 
long duck gun upon its wooden pegs, she 
brought him the famous double-barreled 
Greener which, having disarranged the lock 
action in trying to clean it, Danvers had 
left with the trustee for repairs. "There, 
put out the light an' take a look out at the 
window." 

. Pulling the curtain aside, she got full bene- 
fit of the brazen clamor while learning some- 
thing of its genesis; for, while easily recog- 
nizable, the din of beaten pans, cowbells, 
gunshots and yells formed only a minor ac- 
companiment to a barbarous metallic roll, 
louder than a corps of beaten drums, and a 
discordant screech that discounted the tor- 
ment of a thousand tortured fiddles. Now 
she saw two men rapidly vibrating long cross- 
cut saws back and forth against the house, 
while others drew a rosined plank to and fro 
across a log, concentrating the discords of 
the world into a single excruciating note. 
Closing her ears, she took further note of 
the score of dark figures that came and went 
in the moonlight, leaping, shouting, gesticu- 
lating strangely, as though crazed by the 
frenzy of noise. 'Weird sinister shapes, they 
moved, massed and melted to units again as 
in some mad carnival or distorted madman's 
dream. 

The trustee pulled her skirt. "Come 
away! They might shoot at the window." 

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Hinately. with her back to t lie pane that, a 
lew minutes later, s hiver ed and Hew in fine 
i;iin all over. "Drunk!" Qlaves commented: 
and as a piercim.' try, clever imitation of 
a con high over a sli'_'lit lull, he 

said. "That's sure Hill MeCloud.' He grim- 
ly added— for besides being dissolute, the 
laan was a scoffer and leader against re- 
ligion — '"Gosh! but the saints are keeping 
• jueer company. Hill aim more 'n a mile 
nway from his bottle." 

After that one lull the tumult increased 
in loudness and volume and, tor I long half 
iiour, Helen listened as some soft maid of 
Rome may have harkened to the din oj 
or ravaging Hun in the seared streets of the 
imperial city. To her. brought up under the 
shallow of law with its material manifesta- 
tion, a policeman, always within call, the 
brutal elemental passion behind that huge 
amorphous voice was very terrible. Almost 
equally fearful was the sudden cessation that 
vet the silence singing in her ears; the voice- 
less darkness, thick night of that black room. 

Touching the trustee, more for the com- 
fort of his presence than to draw his atten- 
tion, she whispered, "What now?" 

.lust then the door rattled under a heavy 
kick; a strident voice answered her question. 
"Open, Qlaves, an* send out that bag- 
gage " it was a viler word " or 

we '11 burn the house over your earv!" 

"You will — " the trustee began, but was 
interrupted by a wail from his wife in the 
bedroom. 

"Jimmy! Oh, .Jimmy, dont let 'em have 
her. They '11 duck her in the slough — 
mebbe drown her like they did Jenny Ross 
back in Huron." 

"Will you shet up!'' he roared, but the 
man outside had heard. 

"You bet we will. She needs a little cool- 
ing" 

"That 's surely Mr. Shinn that 's talking so 
"' the trustee taunted. "Man but you 're 
gaining a heap wolfish though it did take you 
some time to work up to the p'int of speech. 
Why did n't you take the short cut through 
Hill's bottle?" His tone suddenly altered 
from banter to such stern command that they 
distinctly heard Shinn' shuffle back a step 
from the door. "Hum this house T Get! or 
I'll blow the black heart out of you !" 

A derisive yell rose outside, then silence 
fell again, a hush so complete that Helen dis- 



tinctly heard the tick of the clock, her own 
breathing, the chirrup of a hearth cricket. 
Hulling the trustee's sleeve, she whispered, 
"I\e br ought mot trouble upon J 

"Rubbish!" he snap) ed. "Say that ag'in 
an' I'll spunk you." Bol he gently patted 
her hand. 

A minute slid by without further speech; 
• Mil, third, fourth, then -pared, 

"Surely they must ha\i 

Before he could reply, came a rapid beat 
of running feet, a splintering crash, an 
oblong of moonlight flashed nut of the. dark- 
ness at the end of the room, and quiet re 
again. Only the battering ram. a long log, 
i its blnul r the dooraUL 

■ rid clear of that door!" the ti 
sharply warned. Then as a dim crouched 
ti'.:ure appeared between the jambs, he 
shouted. "Fair warning!" and fired. Rut 
as the figure fell back and out, a chuckling 
Ungil drifted through the smoke. Shinn's 
coarse voice yelled, "His gun 's single-bar- 
rel ! In! afore he kin reload!" and a bl.uk 
surging mass trampled over the dummy and 
filled the doorway. 

As aforeseen, the conclusion was jnsti- 
Bad the trust.. _'iin was familiar as 

his face in the aattiemant — and the click of 
I'anvers' left trigger was drowned by a sec- 
ond harsh command, "Fair warn:! 

The report, thunderous, ear-splittini; in 
nfined space, certified to Shinn's 
take. His writhing month, Hines's wintry 
visage, the press of men in the door ( showed 
redly under the flash, then sulphurous dark- 
ness wiped out all. To Helen, its smother- 
ing pall ■Bemad to pulse with thick lift 
extend clutching fingers, horrors that were 
lied by Mrs. Glaves's sudden burst 
of hysterical Mnaming. (Vouched behind 
Glaves, she listened, in agony, to the swear- 
ing, sharp oaths, as men tripped and stum- 
bled over the furniture and each other. 
There was no escape. They w.-re feeling fojr 
her all over the room, and, thr o ugh a sick 
horror she heard Shinn's trilmphant veil : 

"l'\e got her!" 

A .hoked gurgle, snarl of rage as Glaves 
•d on to his throat, explained his mis- 
take. "Hell! has no one a match?" His 
strangled voice issued from a dark whorl, 
crash of splintering furniture, as they swung 
and staggered in that pit of gloom. The 
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onions, salvage from worms and Spring 
frost of half an acre's planting. "But you 
(lout get results. One sound cabbage is worth 
an acre of sick saplings; a cheerful sinner 
discounts a hundred puckered saints. I'm 
scairt as the black knot has got inter that 
orchard o' yourn, sir." 

"I'm afraid so," the young fellow sadly 
agreed. "Well — I must try and prune it 
out." 

"I'd advise the axe," Jimmy grimly com- 
mented. "An' begin with Betsy Rodd." 

Sorrowing, the Probationer drove on to 
the school, where a very cold young lady 
answered his call at the door. A slant of 
sunshine struck in under the porch twining 
an aureole about her golden head, creating 
an auriferous nimbus for her shapely figure. 
Standing there, so cold and pale, she might 
have passed for a statue of purity, and the 
Probationer, being young and still impres- 
sionable, albeit engaged, wondered that any 
should have dared to doubt her. Thawing 
when he mentioned Ruth, she froze again 
as soon as he touched, apologetically, upon 
the event of the night before. 

"If religion strips them of common char- 
ity they would be better without it," she an- 
swered his apology, and turned but a cold 
ear to his plea for his people. They were 
altogether subject to emotion, incapable of a 
reasoned rule of life, he said. With the fear 
of God removed from their hearts they would 
drop to unmentionable levels, to say nothing 
of the hope and consolation religion brought 
to sweeten their hard lives! 

But he made little headway. "I dont 
doubt they are not quite so bad as they would 
like to be. But there! let us drop the sub- 
ject. Wont you come in and examine the 
children?" 

From this conversation it will be seen that 
her resolve to "live it down" was not exactly 
founded upon grounds that would appeal to 
a professor of ethics; yet her attitude was 
very natural and not so deplorable as would 
at first appear. Was she so much to blame? 
Hardness breeds hardness, opposition its 
like. Fire flies from the impact of iron and 
rock. Always like begets like, heredity ap- 
plies to mental forces. Moreover injured 
pride has stiffened more weak spines and 
given better results than the command to 
turn the other cheek; the desire to "show 
people" lies at the root of many a bravery. 



Lastly, once rehabilitated socially, softness 
comes later to the injured member, increasing 
in ratio to the respect of his or her com- 
munity. And so it would have been with 
Helen — with a different people. 

CHAPTER XXIII. 

The Charivari. 

iTKADDLING a log in his 
dooryard, the trustee whistled 
* softly while he whittled and 
/. shaped a pair of birch 
^Sj^^JpRY; crooks into the ox-collars 
Ht/^S^^ySJj that, with trace chains, are 
preferred in the Northland to the old-fash- 
ioned bows and yoke. The revival was over. 
After passing from house t& house like 
measles, mumps or other dark disease, in- 
fecting men on trail, by fireside, at the plow- 
tail with the prejudice he styled religion, 
the evangelist had reported so many head of 
"saved" to his superior and so had swooped, 
like a plague, upon other settlements, leav- 
ing the Probationer to repair, as best he 
might, his ravages in this. Now, two weeks 
later, symptoms in Silver Creek indicated a 
quick recovery — extra meetings had alto- 
gether ceased, bi-weekly prayer meetings 
languished, remarks at the plow-tail showed 
signs of former vigor; the sweat arid labor 
of haying would undoubtedly bring com- 
plete convalescence, and, with it, danger for 
Helen. For while the religious excitement 
had served her by excluding all else from 
the settler mind, tongues would be the sharp- 
er, prejudice the keener for the rest. It was 
but a lull in the storm, the hush that follows 
the first flash and crash of thunder. 

It was knowledge of this fact that- inspired 
the trustee's thoughtful whistling. Already 
he smelled trouble on the wind, the impression 
being formed on many small significances, 
looks, nods, winks and whispered asides at 
"bees" and "raisings," More important, his 
cabin which, as postoffice, had been a social 
focus, center of news and gossip, a place to 
linger and chat, had of late been almost de- 
serted. Calling for their mail, his neighbors 
departed with the shortest of salutations. So 
having had a gray eye on trouble through 
all, he was not surprised when she presently 
appeared between Shinn and Hines in the 
latter's buckboard. Indeed his comment 
while they were still a hundred yards away 
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189 



if the coyotes aint running in packs this 
wea'her." His bantling hlOW , moreover, 
i grifsJad line across his hawk nose 
when the two reined in opposite; he glared 
.■iisly while Hines glibly discoursed on 
eropa, weather, the ox-collars; nor hesitated 
to interrupt and reach for trouhle's forelock. 

"CrOJN i~ fair to middling, nothing wrong 
with the hay. the crooks is for Flynn — now, 
what is itf 

Hines blinked and looked silly, but the 
check worked oppositely 00 Shinn. Of that 
gaunt, raw-boned backwoods type, produced 
by generations of ineffable hardship and 
slavish labor, he stood over six feet and 
combined great strength with mean ferocity 
and uncontrollable passion. His huge mouth 
twitched feverishly us he answered, "Sence 
you 're so pressing: — it 's the talk through the 
settlement that we orter have a new teacher.*' 

"Umph!" Grunt could not convey greater 
contempt. "Haint you got a teacher?" 

"Yes. but it 's agreed that she aint quite 
the sort to put over innercent children." 

This time the trustee snorted. "Might in- 
fect them brnts o' yourn with her sweet man- 
eh T" 

Shinn flushed dully under his yellow skin. 
"That or something else. Anyway, everyone '■ 
agreed that she's gotter go." 

-Who'severylM.i; 

"Meeting, held at my place." Recovering, 
Hines backed up his partner. 

- I First I heard of it. Was Flynn 
there? Thought not, he aint much of a 
mixer. Didn't ask me. did youf" 

Hines shuffled uneasily. " 'T was held 
after a prayer meeting — yon might ha' been 
there." 

"Prayer meeting, eh? Real Christian, 
wasn't it, to try and take the bread out of 
a good girl's month?" 
■dt" 

At Hines's sneer, the trustee rose, hand 
gripping hard on a heavy crook, eyes one 
gray glare under ragged brows, temple veins 
ridged and swollen. "I said •good'!" 

Ob the frontier a man must usually fur- 
nish material proof of courage, but there 
are exceptions from whom imminent fear- 
lessness distils as an exhalation affecting all 
who come within its atmosphere. Carter was 
such an one : Olaves another. Though neither 
had fonnd it necessary to "make good" 
physically during the settlement's short his- 



tory, tlieir ability to do so was never at que- 
tion. Behind the reserve of one, crabbed sar- 
casm of the other, danger lay so close to the 
surface that it was always felt, could never 
be quite forgotten. Indeed, as regards 
Olaves, the feeling took form in the opinion 
often delivered when the qualities of men 
were under discussion, "If the old man ever 
gets started, someone will earn a quick 
funeral." Now Hines quailed, and even the 
truculent Shinn observed silence. 

Glaring on the shrinking Hines, the trustee 
went on, "Never forgot how Carter bluffed 
you out on that bay business, did you? An' 
as you was n't man enough to get back at 
him. you 'lowed to take it out of his wife? 
Well, you aint going to. You kin go back 
an' tell them that sent you that so long as 
Flynn an' me sit on the board, she 'II teach 
this school." 

"That." Shinn retorted, "would lie till nex' 
election, but she wont stay that long. Sence 
you're x. Miff about it. Olaves, let me tell 
you that you kaint fly in the face of this set- 
tlement. You may be big wolf, but there's 
others in the pack. If she '• here at the end 
of the month — there'll be something doing." 
Sodding evilly, he drove on, leaving the 
trustee to puzzle over his meaning as he 
ed and polished the crooks. 

"Bluffing. 1 reckon." he concluded, and 
that, also, was the opinion of Flynn, to 
whom he carried his doubts that evening. 

"There '11 be no way for thim spalpeens 
to tire us av the boord?" Flynn qii' 
"No? Phwat about an opposition school?"' 

"Ag'in the law to build one in this town- 
ship." 

"Thin 't is all out av the big mouth av 
Shinn. Thalk an' nothing more." 

Botil were confirmed in their opinion when 
the month drew to a peaceful, if hot. nod 
Tricked out in various green, woods and 
prairies slumbered or sighed restlessly un 
der torrid heat that extracted their essential 
I'onen eea, weighing the heavy air with intense 
odors of curing grasses. There was nothing 
to indicate that the virulent tide of s| leeri 
was ready to hurst its banks. Knowing that 
another week would bring on haying with 
endant wars to provide an outlet for 
feelintr, neither trustee anticipated the event 
which occurred at the full of the moon. 

Though the storm broke around Olaves's 
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pleasant weather, he and his wife would sit 
i. n their doorstep after the children were in 
bed to enjoy the quiet hour while the peace 
and cool charmed away the cares of the day ; 
and this night was particularly beautiful. 
Over dew-lit plains the moon emptied a flood 
of silver and polished the slough beyond the 
dooryard till it shone like burnished steel. 
Rolling off and away under that tender light, 
the huge earth waves seemed to heave, swell, 
sigh as a lover's bosom under the sweet eyes 
of his mistress; while from the corrals, near- 
by, issued the heavy breathing of contented 
kine. Always music in the ears of a farmer. 
it stimulated Flynn, set him planning for 
the future; but he had hardly touched on 
next year's increase before Mrs. Flynn seized 
his arm. 

"Phwat's that?" 

At first Flynn thought that Glaves was 
"dogging" stray cattle away from his grain 
fields, but when the iron note of beaten pans, 
gunshots, metallic thundering were added to 
the first clash of cowbells, he sprang up. 
"A charivari ! At Glaves's. A spite chari- 
vari !" 

"Oh, my God ! Flynn !" his wife exclaimed. 
"That poor girl?" She knew what that orgy 
of sound portended. A jest at weddings, 
the charivari was sometimes used as a sinis- 
ter weapon to express communal dislike or 
punish suspicion of sin. The most terrible 
memory of her girlhood was associated with 
a party of fiercely moral backwoodsmen that 
flogged a man at her father's wagon tail and 
dragged a woman, who had offended public 
morals, naked and screaming through a field 
of thistles. In Silver Creek were men who 
had participated in that cruelty, forced to 
emigrate to escape the law. Small wonder 
that she agonized under the thought. "Flynn ! 
Flynn, man ! Hurry, get your horse !" 

Holding the light for him to saddle, she 
called after as he rode away, "Go round be 
Misther Danvers ! 'T is -on'y a mile out av 
your way. Going by here at noon, himself 
told me that he was to have a sthag party 
the night. They'll jump at the chance an' 
fight none the worse for a shmell av the 
whiskey." 

A cold, with complications in the shape of 
rheumatic pains, sent the trustee early to bed 
that evening, and Helen was sewing by the 
fire with Mrs. Glaves when the charivari 



turned loose outside. As, jumping up, they 
stood staring at one another, he shouted for 
them to bolt the door; and as, after comply- 
ing, Helen returned to the fire, he came limp- 
ing out, bent, warped and twisted by sciatica, 
half-dressed, but grimly resolute. 

"Danger?" he rasped, swinging round on 
his wife as the house trembled under sudden 
thunder of scurrying hoofs outside. "Lis- 
ten !" And when pained bellows followed 
dropping shots, he added, "Peppering the 
cattle. Scairt? Then go an' stick your fool 
head under a pillow. How is it with you?" 

As a matter of fact, Helen's face was 
white as the fluffy shawl from which her 
golden head rose like a yellow crocus above 
soft Spring snows, but noting the thin scar- 
let line of her mouth', the trustee nodded his 
satisfaction. "You '11 do. Swing round that 
lounge — here, where I can train a gun on the 
door. Good !" He eased his length along it 
with a groan of relief. "Now hand me the 
gun — no, the other." Rehanging his own 
long duck gun upon its wooden pegs, she 
brought him the famous double-barreled 
Greener which, having disarranged the lock 
action in trying to clean it, Danvers had 
left with the trustee for repairs. "There, 
put out the light an' take a look out at the 
window." 

. Pulling the curtain aside, she got full bene- 
fit of the brazen clamor while learning some- 
thing of its genesis; for, while easily recog- 
nizable, the din of beaten pans, cowbells, 
gunshots and yells formed only a minor ac- 
companiment to a barbarous metallic roll, 
louder than a corps of beaten drums, and a 
discordant screech that discounted the tor- 
ment of a thousand tortured fiddles. Now 
she saw two men rapidly vibrating long cross- 
cut saws back and forth against the house, 
while others drew a rosined plank to and fro 
across a log, concentrating the discords of 
the world into a single excruciating note. 
Closing her ears, she took further note of 
the score of dark figures that came and went 
in the moonlight, leaping, shouting, gesticu- 
lating strangely, as though crazed by the 
frenzy of noise. Weird sinister shapes, they 
moved, massed and melted to units again as 
in some mad carnival or distorted madman's 
dream. 

The trustee pulled her skirt. "Come 
away ! They might shoot at the window." 

Obeying, she knelt down beside him ; for- 



THE SETTLER. 



191 



Innately, with bar back to t lie pane that, a 
fan minutes latrr, shivered and Hew in tine 
lam all ever. "Drunk!" Glaves commented: 
and as a piercing cry, clever imitation of 
a coiilmi. raH| high over a slight lull, he 
That 's sure Hill McCloud.' He grim- 
Iv added — for besides being dissolute, the 
i.ian waa a scoffer and leader ipoa) re- 
ligion— ''Gosh! but the saints are heaping 
i|tieer company. Hill aint more 'n a mile 
away from his bottle.'' 

After that one lull the tumult inn 
in loudness and volume and, for a long half- 
hour, Helen listened as some soft maid of 
Rome may have barkened to the din >>f Goth 
or ravaging Hun in the scared streets off the 
imperial city. To her. brought up under the 
shadow of law with its material manifesta- 
tion, a policeman, always within call, the 
brutal elemental passion behind that huge 
amorphous voice was very terrible. Almost 
equally fearful was the sudden cessation that 
Mi the silence singing in her ears; the voice- 
less darkness, thick night of that black room. 

Touching the trustee, more for the com- 
fort of his presence than to draw his atten- 
tion, she whispered, "What nowf" 

Just then the door rattled under a heavy 
kick; a strident voice answered her question. 
■i. Glaves, an' send out that bag- 
gage " it was a viler word " or 

we'll burn the house over your ears!" 

"You will — " the trustee began, but was 
interrupted by a wail from his wife in the 
bedroom. 

"Jimmy! Oh. .limmy, dont let 'em have 
her. They '11 duck her in the slough — 
mebbe drown her like they did Jenny Ross 
back in Huron." 

•Will you shet up!" he roared, but the 
man outside had heard. 

Toa bet we will. She needs a little Boot 
in-" 

"That 's surely Mr. Shinn that 's talking so 
fierce!" the trustee taunted. "Man but you 're 
gaining a heap wolfish though it did take you 
some time to work up to the p'int of speech. 
Why did n't you take the short cut through 
Hill's bottle?" His tone suddenly altered 
from banter to such stern command that they 
distinctly heard Shinn' shuffle back a step 
from the door. "Hum this house! Get! or 
I'll blow the black heart out of you!" 

A derisive yell rose outside, then silence 
fell again, a hush so complete that Helen dis- 



tinctly heard the lick of the cluck, her own 
breathing, the chirrup of a hearth cricket. 
Hulling the trustee's sleeve, she whispered, 
"I've brought such trouble ujmui you." 

"Rubbish!" he snap) ed. "Say that ag'in 
an' I'll spank you." Hut he gently patted 
her hand. 

A minute slid by without further speech; 
■■til. third, fourth, then she whispered, 
"Surely they must ha\. 

He fore he could reply, came a rapid beat 
of running feet, a splintering crash, an 
oblong of moonlight flushed out of the. dark- 
ness at the end of the room, and quiet i> 
again. Only the battering ram. a long log, 
i its blunt in M over the doorsill. 
aid clear of that door!" the trustee 
sharply warned. Then as a dim crouched 
figure appeared between the jambs, he 
shouted, "Fair warning!" and fired. Rut 
as the figure fell back and out, a chuckling 
laugh drifted through the smoke. Shinn's 
coarse voice yelled, "His gun 's single bar- 
rel ! In ! afore he kin reload !" and a black 
surging mass trampled over the dummy and 
filled the doorway. 

As a foreseen, the conclusion was justi- 
•he trustee's long gun was familiar as 
bis face in the settlement— and the click of 
Dnnvers' left trigger was drowned by a sec- 
ond harsh command, "Fair warnn 

The report, thunderous, ear-split tin- in 
n fined space, certitied to Shinn's mis- 
take. His writhing mouth, Hines's wintry 
visage, the press of men in the door ( showed 
redly under the flash, then sulphurous dark- 
ness wiped out all. To 11. -leu. its smother 
ing pall seemed to pulse with thick li"' 
extend clutching fingers, horrors that were 
intensified by Mrs. Glaves's sudden burst 
of hysterical mu— ming Crouched behind 
Glaves, she listened, in agony, to the swear- 
ing, sharp oaths, as men tripped and stum- 
bled over the furniture and each other. 
There was no escape. They were feeling for 
her all over the room. and. through a sick 
horror she heard Shinn's trilmphant yell: 

"I've got her!" 

A choked gurgle, snarl of rage as Glaves 
fastened on to his throut, explained his mis- 
take. "Hell! has no one a match T" His 
stranded voice issued from a dark whorl, 
crash of s; filtering furniture, as they swung 
and staggered in that pit of gloom. The 
-t niggle ..mid have but one ending. Healthy, 



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Fearful lest I might betray my fair young 
accomplice by venturing to lead in the dark 
in the delicate game which she had set me 
to play against her unsuspecting lover, I 
waited for him to move. Fancy my surprise 
as well as my relief when his first words 
showed that all my fears were groundless, 
for he had come to me fully aware of Miss 
Braken's object. 

"I feel as though I owe you an apology, 
Doctor — Doctor — Doctor — " 

"Klopstock," I supplied my name, while 
he was busily verifying my statement by re- 
ferring to a memorandum which he took 
from his pocket. 

"Exactly — thank you. Dr. Klopstock: I 
was under the impression that that was the 
name, but I was not quite sure." 

The fateful phrase spoken a second time 
within a couple of minutes found me quite 
as sensitive to its uncanny suggestion as 
when I first heard him use it. But it slipped 
so unconsciously from his lips that I inferred 
that it ran through his mind along one of 
those deeply worn grooves with which the 
sub-mental plane is scarred in every direc- 
tion and which combine to produce what we 
loosely style "habit." I was glad of this; it 
at least left room for the hope that what 
had come to alarm Miss Braken was rather 
an annoying idiosyncrasy, an irritating trick 
of the sub-conscious mind, rather than any 
more serious disorder of the memory or the 
will. Alas! My hope was short-lived. With 
refreshing frankness he plunged at once into 
the middle of the matter, and I leave you to 
judge of the effect of his words on me. 

"I owe you an apology, Dr. Klopstock," 
he went on, speaking quietly and with ter- 
rible earnestness, "for I have sought you, not 
because I have the slightest hope that you 
can do anything for me, but simply to please 
the lady to whom I am engaged to be mar- 
ried — Miss Margery Braken. My name is 
West — Aubrey West. I thought that I had 
told you my name when I came in, but I am 
not quite sure. I am forty-one years of age; 
a man of unusually regular habits; now and 
for a dozen years past the confidential secre- 
tary of Mr. Mark Braken, who entrusts 
practically all of his affairs to me; and — in 
all modesty let me say it — my intellectual 
powers are well above the average. Method 
is my rel'gion; exactness, precision, certitude, 
my cardinal principles. But, sir, from the 



time that I was a lad at school I have been 
pursued by a demon — Uncertainty ! Whether 
this accursed trick of my otherwise perfectly 
normal mind is due to the negligence of my 
parents and teachers and my own failure to 
check it while I was still a child and it was 
nothing more serious than any other childish 
fault. I can not now say. What I do know 
is that the fault of self-distrust, or the in- 
sidious habit of doubting my memory, or the 
very desire for certitude, which is the pro- 
feundest instinct of my being — or whatever 
it may be that has always filled me with 
doubt as to my own acts of the moment be- 
fore, has now so grown upon me that from 
the most trifling detail of every : day occur- 
rence to the most important transactions of 
life I can never persuade myself that I have 
or have not done what I am under the im- 
pression that I have done — possibly only five 
minutes before. I am not quite sure — that 's 
it, Dr. Klopstock, never quite sure — of any- 
thing — until I retrace my steps and assure 
myself. In most cases this absurd self-tor- 
ture results in nothing more annoying than 
that it keeps bringing me back to see if I did 
mail a letter, did lock a safe, did or did not 
say or do something that I am not quite 
sure about. But, sir, you may well imagine 
what an abyss of fatal uncertainty this 
damnable mental trait may open before me 
in respect of some of the vital, the eternal 
issues of life. My God! Just to be sure!" 
The sudden show of feeling at the last was 
a break from which he tried to recover almost 
before it escaped him. He was clearly 
ashamed of it. I was thankful for it. It 
tended to substantiate the theory which I had 
formed — perhaps a rather nebulous theory, 
but with just enough romance in it to give it 
color — after Miss Braken's visit. Unless I 
was very far astray, I now began to surmise, 
this man who was not quite sure of anything 
had suffered his evil genius of uncertainty to 
attack the very foundations of his mind, 
and in the cry of despair which broke from 
him I felt that I had what I sought. The 
wretched man was not quite sure even of his 
love. This would explain the young woman's 
visit; it would also account for the flush of 
shame with which she had discussed her 
lover's ailment. At all events, with my ro- 
mantic if harrowing hypothesis to work 
upon, my diagnos's could proceed along a 
definite line. I remained silent, however, 



THE MAN WHO WAB NOT QUITE 8UBE. 



1»7 



rightly HMUH that lie liail something more 
.y to me. 
•I'm not quite sure," lie began again pres- 
ently, "whether or not I stated that I have 
not the slightest hope — pardon mv frankness. 
thai >"ii or anv other physician can 
do anything fear ma; it ia i w late." 

"(In the eontrarv." 1 replieil. cheerily. "1 

Matter myself that ined cal science may be 

ahle to tree you completely from your trou- 

•ie mental tendency. It seemed to lie 

Hraken's wish that I at lea.-t try to 

help \ou; is it your own wish alsot" 

Mainly. I came to consult you. did I 
not — however incrcduh u- I may hef" 

"Qeodl With many of my patient.-. Mi. 
1 am obliged to he diplomatic; with 
you. I take it. I may be perfectly Crank ■ " 

"I'ntil you are frank you will get little 
■ mi of me— but what are you driving att" 

"At the • -. A few ojaaataoaa hon- 

estly answered will gal us face to face First 
of all, then, does certainty persist in eluding 
you, or are you ahle to lay the ghost ■ •! I 
doubt by turning and challenging itt" 

"Just what do you mean, doctor.' A con- 
example, plea 

"Well. then, for exam) le. if on your way 
ham from the office you beirin to doubt 
whether you locked the safe, it is your custom 
to go back to the office to see, is it notf" 

A look of weary pa n came into his calm 
'yes for a moment. It was a full min- 
ute before he answered. Then he spoke very 
low as if confer- • shameful weakness. 

"It is only too true, doctor. 1 tear that m 
(lie last five years there have not been live 
days when I reached home without first hav- 
ing returned to the ollice to reassure myself 
on some point concerning which a doubt had 
suddenly seized me when half-way home." 

"A mere habit, my dear sir." 1 exclaimed 
riirlit heartily, "which we can control readily 
enough — prov'ded that your answer to my 
next question be what 1 am fully convinced 
it will be. Tell me. Mr. West, do you ever 
have to go back more than once in other 
-. does a doubt persist after you have 
once reassured yourself on the point f" 

"No I Never I There was pride, 

triumph in his tone— poor man! 

"Brawl We shall do famously yet. fa- 
mously!" ahootod I. elated by the success of 
my first attempt to trap him into a feeling 
of certainty about somethim:. "Hut not 



a far more important question. Th'nk well 
before you reply to it. please. As a role. Mi. 
. when you go back to the office to see if 
you did look the safe, or did mail the letter, 
or did do whatever it was that u sudden 
doubt had suggested that you night have let! 
undone, do you. sir - as a rule, I ask, not al 

necessarily — do you as a rule di- 
ihat your doubts were groundless and that 
you Inul done what yon should have done ami 
what you thought you had done until the 
doubt arose T Tell me that. Mr. West." 

The effect of my question was remarkable. 

For an instant he appeared hurt, fairly n- 

sulted, in fact; but almost immediately he 

ruse and stood before me, composed, full of 

in modest dignity. 

•' \- a rule .'" he asked. "You ask me if, as 
a rule. I tind that my doubts are M 
when they suggest that I have been careless, 
negligent, derelict in the |ierformnnce of 
duty. Why, I>r. Klopstock, you may I 

--uraiieo. -ir. that I have nc\cr 
in the thousands upon thousands of cases- 
found that there was the slightest f omnia!. • n 
for my uiisitiv ngs. Many as my faults may 
be, they -do not include carelessness. 1 am a 
creature of iron routine; a cog; methodical, 
and punctual to a degree. How cruel, their 

how unmerited is this mental torn t 

of uncertainty with which I am cursed !" 

"What you have told me. Mr \\ . 

• ry much," 1 said after letting him go 
on at will for some time, "because it makes 
pla ii to my mind the proper line of treat- 
ment in your unique case. Since you do not, 
as a matter of fact, leave the safe unl 
<>r the letters unposted, nor other duties un- 
no harm will come if we try the simple 
plan of preventing your unnecessary return 
to the office when your foolish doubt prompts 
you to do so. At first it may be necessary to 
have a companion always with you. one fully 
empowered to compel you to do as he bail 
you ; but I feel warranted in predicting that 
within six weeks you yourself will have 
gained sufficient control over — " 

I -lopped. Mr. West had irapptd book 
into his chair and was waving bis hands be- 
fore his white face as if in mute protest. 
Presently be was able to s| eak. 

"Ah." he groaned, "while what I have told 
you about the details of my daily rout ne and 
the ordinary little affairs of life is strictly 
true, I have to confess to you, Dr. Klopstock. 



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that my accursed malady has made such in- 
sidious' inroads into my character that for 
over a year I have been conscious of the 
steady deterioration of all my mental func- 
tions and faculties as regards memory, the 
will, conviction, the power of concentration 
and co-ordination — unt 1 today I live in a 
very hell of uncertainty and hesitation and 
doubt as to all the vital questions that make 
up the life of a man. This afternoon I sor- 
rowfully released Miss Braken from her en- 
gagement — we were to have been married 
next month — and I resigned my position as 
Mr. Braken's secretary. Either of these 
steps would have seemed unthinkable a year 
ago; together they amount to a practical 
extinction of everything that has meant life 
to me — and the horror of it all is, that I am 
not quite sure that it was my duty to do 
what I have done, nor quite sure that it 
was not !" 

The cat was out of the bag. My romantic 
theory as to the woman in the case was more 
than sustained. I had good reason to feel 
proud of myself as a diviner of motives. 
But as I went over to grasp the trembling 
hand of the haggard man who sat looking 
up at me, my scientific theories and shrewd 
inferences and clairvoyant prophesies were 
forgotten all in the vast pity which the 
wretched fellow aroused in nie. We talked 
for another hour, I forever bringing him 
back to the idea that he must not sacrifice 
his life now at the very summit of his career, 
but on the contrary, defy his craven demon 
of doubt ! He had always found the safe 
locked, the letters posted, the duty done. 
Doubt had always been proved an arrant 
liar, the discredited maligner of h's charac- 
ter as a thoroughly reliable and scrupulous 
man. Why, then, 1 urged, should he listen 
to the arch-fiend of uncertainty now that he 
was assailing him in the very citadel of his 
soul? Well, at all events, gentlemen, I sent 
the poor chap away feeling, I trust, a little 
more hopeful than when he came to me. We 
arranged for another meeting in two or three 
days. Then I showed him to the door and 
was trying to get him out of my mind — no 
easy task, for some reason — when I was 
called to the telephone. Yes, it was Mr. 
West, as you already surmise. He wanted 
to find out if he had given me his address. 
He said that he was under the impression 
that he had done so — an impression which, 



as usual, was correct — but he was not quite 
sure. That settled it; I could not get him 
and his pest of a memory out of my head 
until I fell asleep that night. I do not recol- 
lect dreaming about h : m, but early the next 
morning I was reminded of the man in the 
most forcible and shocking way. Among the 
death notices in a newspaper I happened to 
catch sight of the name of Margery Ethel 
Braken. My beautiful visitor of only the 
previous day had died suddenly — of "hearf 
failure," of course the paper stated. 

Contrary to my expectation, Mr. West 
kept his appointment, coning to see me on 
the next day but one. Naturally, he had 
been often in my thoughts since I read of 
the death of the girl, and I was prepared to 
find him deeply affected by the tragedy. In 
my long talk with him and earlier with Miss 
Braken, I had gathered enough to indicate 
that their love had been one of those funda- 
mental passions which, in the event of dis- 
aster, leave a life wholly empty, hopelessly 
beggared. Also I could not help dreading 
lest the poor fellow, in his then unsettled 
mental condition, might in some indirect way 
feel that he had brought about the woman's 
sudden death by abruptly terminating the 
engagement. For a number of reasons, 
therefore, I expected to find my singular 
new patient in an unhappy frame of mind 
when he should feel like dropping in to see 
me after some l'ttle time had passed. But, 
gentlemen, I had never before in the course of 
a somewhat extraordinary experience with 
the victims of diseased minds seen anything 
like the look of final, utter, overwhelming 
despair that was on Aubrey West's face as 
he stepped into my consulting-room and shut 
the door. It required no very expert diag- 
nosis to foresee what ailed h'm; only the 
guilt of murder can turn a conscience into 
the hell of seething self-denunciation that 
his was at that moment. 

"I told you — I told you — I told you !" he 
moaned after I had forced h m to lie down 
and drink some brandy. 

"You told me what, dear fellow? Do try 
to be quiet until you have rested a bit." 

"I told you," he went on, gripping his 
long thin fingers about my hand ; "I told 
you that my damnable habit would send me 
to hell at the last. It has done so. I killed 
her — no, doctor, dont try to stop me! — I tell 
you that I killed her— by yielding just once 



THE MAN who WAS MOT QUITE SURE. 



199 



! Hen to t lie devil of doubt. God! how 

1 loved lier ! If y..n— " 

•■ here," 1 cried, sternly, at the same 
holding my hand over his 1 ps, "this 
will tmt do! You must not outrage her mem- 
ory by allowing yourself to imagine that 
jam perfectly honorable, though deplorable, 
intention to break off the engagement was 
the cause of her death. Miss Kraken was 
too strong a woman, too noble a character. 
to succumb to any disappointment. Hers 
was the stuff that will Iwnd but not break, 
and. anyhow — " 

•Stop' St..,.' fot Qod'a sake!" be ex- 
claimed, pulling my hand from his mouth 
and sitting up in an agony of grief. "Ton 
doiit know what you are talking about, 
tor! Who said that it was the breaking of 
tlie engagement that killed her? My God! 
man, Margery' was n °t that sort of a woman 
— and after I left you I went straight to 
her and renewed the engagement, thanks to 
oamgl and hope which you had given 
Mut I killed her! I killed her— that 
night — in the awful loneliness which 
bad suddenly drowned my faith— my devil 
of doubt tempted me — jt to* often — 

and I— I— oh, fool, fool!— I killed her!" 

Kxliaiisted he fell back upon the cushions. 
and while he lay there too crushed to speak 
I began to fear that in a sudden access of 
mania the unhappy man might have done 
what he said — yet how could this be, since I 
had Dr. Overbrook's statement that the girl 
had died in a coma following one of her at- 
tacks of vertigo complicated by heart trou- 
ble? Soon, however. West felt better and 
.1 me to let him tell me the facta. 1 
■ted, and he lay with his eyes shut and 
as if talk if.' in a trance, while he told ine. 
"I had scarcely reached my apartment on 
that evening, when 1 was sumim tied It. re 
turn to Mr. Rraken's house, where I bad left 
Margery apparently perfectly well only half 
an hour before. She had just had an attack 
of vertigo — an old ailment with l.er — and as 
-ual restoratives had failed to act. Mr. 
< 'verbrook became somewhat alarmed ; and 
-"•nt for me. Margery died, without 
ring consciousness, at about one o'clock 
in the morning. I went home nfter doing 
what I could to support her mother and 
father, finding a sort of delirious relief from 
my own gr ef in trying to help them. On 
the next night it was arranged that 1 should 



have the privilege of sitting fan the room ad- 
joining that in which they bad laid Margery. 
From time to time all through the night I 
crept into the death chamber, winch was 
lighted only by the four tall wax tapers 
placed about the her. Margery's form lay 
on a slightly inclined catafalque, with a 
white pall thrown over Iter. Twice during 
the first part of the night I lifted the pall 
and looked at the I. I I c I kissed it; it 

was cold— terrible unbearable! Death! 

"Then, about three o'clock. I stole into 
the awful place again. The candles were 
burning; the little form lay still as before; 
I dared not let injoajf go too near it this 
time — when suddenly 1 heard a sigh! Wild 
with hope or leii.tr or a nameless emotion 
'hat choked and blinded me. I sprang to the 
side of the body. As I did so the head 
turned over to one side, and again I heard 
:h. I tore off the pall, and Hung my 
self down by the woman who was all in all 
to me; she was not dead, not dead, not dead, 
but alive and mine forever and l 
kissed her lips, her eyes, her hair; 1 lifted 
her breast against my breast; I spoke to her. 
implored her to speak to me. Then I laid 
her back — ctead ! I touched her face with 
the tips of my lingers; 1 placed in. 
above her heart; I tr'ed to not see the waxy 
skin of one who had been dead two days. 
Mut all to no purpose. She was dead. I 
had not heard a sigh. The head had not 
moviil. The infinitely precious tinge of red 
that I thought I had seen creep for an in- 
stant into her cheek was all a dream, the 
miracle worked by a broken heart to cheat 
itself for a moment. Then I left the room. 

"Hardly had 1 taken up the book which I 
was tr>' m ff to read, when I found a 
wondering if I had not, after all, really 
heard that haunting sigh and seen those 
signs of life. Throw ng the book across the 
room, I rushed back into the death chamber. 
The candles were burning; the little form 
lay Mill; 1 bogm to curse myself and my 
demon— when again the sigh, again the turn 
of the head under the whits sheet! My I 
evidence of even my own doubting mind this 
Mattel corroboration should have fixed cer- 
titude in me, for on all other occasions of 
i nty a second | roof had never failed 
to banish doubt. Mut, sir, I did nothing, 
notion to beg Margery to speak to 

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to lay her back once more— dead! I stag- 
gered from the room and threw myself upon 
the sofa in the outer apartment, torn by wild 
misgivings and conflicting impulses. Once I 
jumped up and had my finger on the but- 
ton, thinking to rouse the household and re- 
port to the anguished father and crushed 
mother what I thought I had seen and heard. 
But then the doubt came : Had I seen ? Had 
I heard? I thought that I had— but I was 
not quite sure!" 

The old phrase ran through me as I heard 
h : m use it now, with the cold horror of some 
diabolical influence. 

"But you surely did report to somebody 
that you thought you had detected faint signs 
of life, did you not?" I asked him eagerly, 
feeling that I could not bear to hear him 
confess what I feared lay back of his white, 
drawn face and haunted eyes. 

"NO !" he shrieked. "No ! I did— NOTH 
ING! Can you believe it? Can you believe 
that a man can grovel so low before the 
hell : sh tyrant of a trifling habit? Well, sir, 
I am such a man. I did nothing — because 
I was not quite sure whether I had seen her 
move; and because I trembled at the awful 
thought of what must happen if I should 
call her father and mother with any such 
news, only to hurl them back into a despair 
immensely deep and unspeakably horrible." 

"But, my dear man," I pleaded with him, 
"the chances are a million to one that you 
did not really see any signs of animation. 
Remember, dear fellow, how terr bly 
wrought up you were. And, anyhow. Dr. 
Overbrook could hardly have been deceived ; 
the poor girl was certainly dead." 

"Was she ! WAS she !" he groaned, as 
he got to his feet and clutched my shoulders 
with his groping hands. "Listen ! She was 
placed in the coffin yesterday afternoon, and 
the coffin was inclosed in the usual box, for 
shipment to the Bermuda Islands on Mr. 
Braken's yacht — Margery's wish having al- 
ways been to be buried in the loveliest spot 
on earth — where we had first found each 
other. Well, Dr. Klopstock, as I was sitting 
smoking last night in my room, the frightful 
suggestion came to me to go if possible to 
Mr. Braken's house and find some way to get 
a look into the coffin. Let me hurry on! I 
did go; I did manage to have a half -hour 
alone with Margery — the half-hour that is 
to stretch out into an eternitv of horror. I 



unscrewed the lid of the outer box and eas- 
ily removed the velvet top of the casket. 
A nd then I saw ! Her face was scratched by 
her finger-nails, her upper lip was bitten half 
off: the hair was hanging n a tumbled mass 
over her face. She was not dead when they 
put her in her coffin. She had come to after- 
ward — and died that death just because I 
was not quite sure that I had heard her sigh, 
not quite sure that I had seen her move!" 

He collapsed into a chair as he finished 
his dreadful story. I waited a moment or 
two and then said to him : "But are you 
quite sure that you did open the coffin?" 

It was a desperate move on my part, but it 
was successful. He started to his feet. 

"Good God!" he cried, wav'ng his hands 
above his head in frantic hope. "Perhaps 
I did not ! Perhaps the whole thing is the 
result of the three sleepless nights and the 
fact that I had brooded so long over the 
horrifving possibility of just such a discov- 
ery." ' 

"Of course! Of course!" I said, pressing 
home the advantage which I had gained by 
my suggestion of a doubt. "And now what 
you must do is to let me arrange with Dr. 
Overbrook to cable to Bermuda, requesting 
that a post-mortem examination may be 
made in the interests of science and to settle 
a question which has just occurred to Dr. 
Overbrook. ■ Mr. Braken himself asked the 
doctor to make such an examination." 

"How good of you !" muttered West , 
clasping my hand. "Now we shall know!" 

So he left me, and later in the day he 
telephoned that the cablegram had been duly 
sent to the Brakens at Hamilton, where it 
would be when the yacht arrived. It was 
about two weeks later that I saw West for 
the. last time. He came into my office and 
handed me a letter without saying a word. I 
took the letter and read it. It was from 
Mr. Braken and stated in a few gentle words 
that they had buried Margery at sea — "the 
mystical tropic sea which she loved so dearly, 
and in whose cool blue depths she had always 
secretly begged us to let her await the day 
of eternity." I knew what this letter must 
have meant to West. It meant that until the 
sea should give up its dead he could never 
be quite sure! As I turned to give him 
back the letter there was the report of a 
pistol. Let us hope that the track of the bul- 
let through his brain led at last to certitude. 



The Money Mirage 



By E. 1). Bikers 




nR. WIGGINS sat by the 

kitchen window reading his 
evening paper. A long and 
flattering account of a wed- 
ding in hiirh life occupied the 
first page, which was deco- 
rated with a liberal sprinkling of the bride's 
graph* Thaat Mr. Wiggins panted in 
his labor to scan. 

I would n't cause no beauty show to 
break up in a fight," he remarked, scorn- 
fully. "I guess she got her good looks 
from a correspondence school. What young 
man with a heart could marry her?" 

"It's money, that 's what done it," rt- p 1 1 t*«l 
his wife, who had caught furtive >;litii|jses of 
the headlines on her travels batniiu the alow 
and the sink. "A young man what marries 
money dont have no heart. He has a head." 
"Looks or money," said Mr. Wiggina dole- 
fully, with a meaning glance at his daughter 
Carrie, thirty and beauless. who was drying 
the supper dishes, " s e em s one or the other's 
a necessity to a girl hopin' to land a hus- 
band." He sighed loudly. 

- W'i •_•'.' ins tossed her unlovely head. 
•Looks aint everything." She said with 
••■>n\iciion. The sentiment was not new. but 
long hours of reflection had convinced her 
of its truth. "Beauty 's only skin deep." she 
added. 

"That's plenty deep enough," her father 

answered. "Young men dont go court in' with 

rays in their pockets. The more \ look 

at you," he continued unkindly, "the sadder 

it makes me I aint a rich man." 

"Til like to see any fellow marry me tol 
money." -implied Miss Wiggina. "I'd like 
to see him trv it. I'd turn him down mighty 
qtnek." 

"My experience has been," returned Mr. 
us, soothingly, "that it dont make much 
difference what you marry for. In a year or 
two you - \e forgot jest what the reasons was 
that led you into it, an' you dont much care. 
You 're jest married, that 's the plain, mo- 



notonous truth of it. An' you l>egiii to be 
sorry you had the looks or the money that 
broogai you to the jumpin'-oft* place." 

Carrie fastened hack a lock of hair of a 
light, uncertain color. 

A tew peopl' ..I. "have been 

married with neither looks or money. Re- 
ineiuher that." 

■\ rarj few," aajd Mr. Wiggins. "Who. 

His daughter threw down her dishcloth 
angrily. "You 're married, aint you?" she 
inquired, and strode haughtily lrom the 
room. 

IOm Witrgins's rather protracted stay be- 
neath the paternal roof had given rise to 
numerous discussions of this sort. Her 
father's desire to see her married inav have 
been caused by his ambitions for her future. 
Also it may have been due to his economical 
nature. For Mr. Wiggins worshiped tin 
of gold. The wing-footed dollar was his pas- 
sion; he loved to lodge it in the secret places, 
to protect it from the eager advances of 
vulgar tradespeople. No wonder he was dis- 
turbed that his daughter, who had for thirty 
years been levying on his treasury for sup- 
plies, hade fair to do so for as many more. 

Left alone with his wife, on whom he 
squandered little, conversation included. Mr. 

ins returned to his paper. Mrs. 
trins went softly about her task. She was a 
worn little woman on whose drawn, faded 
face Work had set his everlasting mark. A 
she slammed a cupboard door to announce 

■iiipletion of her labors, Mr. W;_ 
glanced up. Aii enthusiastic light v.\ 
under his heavy, gray brows, and diffused 
his fat, red face. 

"I've got a bit of a scheme," he announced 
shyly. "It jest come to me now. Seems to 
me 'twould do a good deal towards boosting' 
Carrie's value in the matrimonial market." 

'•Vim keep your schemes to yourselt. 
turned his wife, crossly, "after the luck 
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know enough to do that without bein' told. 
An' now give me that paper. I'm dyin' to 
know what the bride had on." 

The next evening, on his way home from 
the mills, Mr. Wiggins dropped into the sa- 
loon near his house for a harmless glass. 
There his "bit of a scheme" recurred to him 
with a beauty of detail that had hitherto es- 
caped him. It would do no harm, he re- 
flected ; it had simplicity and promised effi- 
ciency. With a view to launching it. he 
turned to look at the. man next him. 

Chance favored Mr. Wiggins. For beside 
him, toying with an empty glass, bent and 
ragged, but secure in the remnants of an 
ancient glory, stood Mr. Simon Plnni-ah Mr. 
Plunket had no longer a regular occupation. 
It was his pastime to follow that vile beast 
Gossip through the byways and alleys of 
lying and deceit. Men said that to tell Mr. 
Plunket your secret was to shout your secret 
from the housetops. Mr. Wiggins knew this, 
yet he moved closer until his lips were a few 
inches from Mr. Plunket's ear. 

"Simon,' he said, softly, "what would you 
say if 1 was to tell you I'd come into a for- 
tune?" 

Mr. Plunket's dingy face lighted up with 

joy. 

"Say?" he inquired, "why, I'd say it was 
your duty to pay fer this drink I've jest had. 
An' I'd say I'm goin' to order another on 
you right away, fer congratulations like." 

"Hold on," cried Mr. Wiggins in dismay. 
This reception of his news took him unpre- 
pared. But sacrifice, he decided, would be 
necessary, and he tried to smile. 

"All right," he said, with a poor imitation 
of geniality, "go ahead. It 's on me." 

"How much of a fortune?" inquired Mr. 
Plunket, when his glass had been filled. 

Mr. Wiggins coughed. "One thousand dol- 
lars," he said in a low, choked voice. 

Mr. Plunket set down his half-emptied 
glass. 

"An' you said a fortune, 'i he sneered, con- 
temptuously. "One thousand dollars! Why, 
John Wiggins, that aint pin money." He 
pushed his glass farther from him. "I can 't 
taste another drop," he went on sadly, "seems 
' like stealing from a pauper, somehow." 

Mr. Wiggins saw his mistake. 

"What 'd I say, anyhow ?" he asked, wear- 
ily. "I've been with my lawyer the last 
hour, an' I'm that beat out I dont know what 



I'm doin'. Ten thousand dollars I meant. I 
left off a mere cipher." 

Mr. Plunket hastily resumed his glass. 

"That 's more like it," he said, approving- 
ly, "how'd you git it?" 

"Maiden aunt," whispered Mr. Wiggins, 
hoarsely, "in Chicago." 

"Leave any family ?" Mr. Plunket inquired. 

Mr. Wiggins regarded him coldly. 

"You 're the worse fer licker, Simon 
Plunket," said he. 

"Die sudden?" asked Mr. Plunket, ignoring 
the insinuation. 

"Very," answered Mr. Wiggins, then 
added, in a deep monotone, "mumps." 

"I dont know when I've been so affected," 
said Mr. Plunket, wiping away an imaginary 
tear as he set down his glass. "Seems I jest 
gotter have another beer to drink the old 
lady's health." 

"The old lady hasn't got no health," re- 
plied Mr. Wiggins, testily, "she 's dead. 1 f 
she 'd had health she would n't a-died." He 
moved closer to Mr. Plunket. "Understand," 
he scowled, "I want this kept secret. It 's a 
sure thing, all right. But I want the money 
in my pocket before I begin boasting around 
the neighborhood." 

Mr. Plunket shook his head wisely. "An' 
a very good plan, too," he said. He was 
dancing with impatience to spread the news, 
and Mr. Wiggins observed this with hidden 
satisfaction. 

"Remember," said the latter, "your lips is 
sealed." Then, a sudden generous impulse 
seizing him, he handed over five cents for 
the proposed toast to his aunt. When he 
started homeward, he walked confidently in 
the thought that as he had sown, so should 
he also reap. 

Two nights later Mr. and Mrs. Wiggins, 
together with the complete Wiggins brood 
of seven, lounged carelessly on the porch of 
their small cottage. Before them 'sizzled 
Broad Street, sarcastically named. To their 
right it wandered off into the sordidness of a 
lowly but respectable neighborhood; in the 
other direction it strayed aimlessly toward 
the sultry light of the street-car strung ave- 
nue. There, on opposite corners, glowed in 
the early dusk the lights of the grocery and 
saloon, twin pillars of the gateway leading 
from Broad Street's quiet into the rattle of 
the city. Faintly to the Wiggins ear came 
the weary clang of reluctant hurdy-gurdies. 



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The shouts of children ran;; persistently 
through the hot night. Patiently Mr. Wig- 
■jin- wiped his brow, in warm fortret fulness 
of the ship of fortune he had launched on 
the sea of eve 

Suddenly Broad Street left off talking of 
the heat, and sat ui>. From out the cos- 
mopolitanism of the avenue n youth ap- 
)>eared, wonderfully and daringly dad. With 
dainty care he steered hi> eoniM amid the 
babies and does that littered his pathway. 
Conspicuous among: his articles of attire was 
a large red bow, sweetly tied, that plowed 
beneath his none too satisfactory chin. His 
face was weak and pretty, he had the stunted 
build of the petted and pampered, and in 
his air there was much of the monarch 
parading before his grateful subjects. One 
hand was burdened with a slender cane, 
which its bearer swung; with nonchalant ease. 

"What's Wilfred Hyde doin' on Broad 

Street t" Mrs. Wiggins wanted to know. No 

one offered a - •'Why, father. I 

do believe he 's comin' here." she continued. 

it 's he want, d' yon s'pnsef" 

Mr. Wiggins paused with his red bandana 
half way to his steaming face. 

"We owe hi* father <|tiite a bill." he 
uneasily, "mebbe he's doin' collectin'." 

Lightly Mr. Hyde traveled the Walk to the 
Wiggins*! steps, With a low sweep I 
moved his hat. 

• id evening, Mrs. Wiggins — and Mr. 
Wiggins," he said, smiling, "and this is Css 
rie. I believe." The greetings over, he seated 
trfnssU amid an awed silence. "It's a beau- 
tiful evening, though warm," he remarked. 

No one found courage to s| e;>k. 

"Beautiful, though wann." lepeated Mr. 
Hyde. He turned to Carrie, whose heart 
was beating wildly under her peek-a-boo 
"I haven't forgot," he said, feelingly. 
"that you an' me once went to school to- 
gether, somewhere off in this bunch of build- 
ings. I says to father tonight, 'I've been 
thinkin' of Carrie Wiggins all day,' I says, 
•an' I guess I'll run down an' see her.' •!>• .' 
says Dad, 'do. I'm too busy in the store. OS 
I'd step down an' call on her father myself,' 
vs. "But give the old gentleman my 
li.-t.' he -ay-." 

Mr. Wiggins gasped. This was an unex- 
pected message from a man who had three 
days before referred to him as a "damned 
skinflint." 



or father's too kind," he muttered, 

thickly. 

"It has been my good fortune—" Mr. H\.le 
went on. hut got no farti Motion of 

the word fortune Mr. Wiggins let out n long 
whistling breath and nearly fell from his 
chair. Large as fate, his imaginary It 
loomed once more on his horizon. With 
scarcely controlled ecstasy lie regarded the 
payly-colored- butterfly caught in his run- 
ning net. The son of the corner gr 
mean reward for him who goes alield 

■It - tlM heat," murmured Mr. Wiggins, 
in explanation of his conduct. "Sometime* 
I think it 'II be too much fer me." 

"It 'II be a lot worse before the Summer's 
over." returned Mr. II vile, cheerfully. "As I 
was goin' to .-ny. it "s l>een my good fortune 
to escape jlii- worst of this warm weather. 1 
find stiekin' close to the house all day the 
best plan — better than goin' on a trip, as I 
usually do. I suppose you find it hot down 
to the mills. Mr. Wiggins T" 

Mr. Wiggins gave his views on the heat 
at the mills, where it was understood he had 
a remunerative position bossing ■ BM 
men. He and Mi. Hyde held a long d 
sion. (renting the various aspects of tin 
jeri. until they were forced to stop for lark 
of anything more to say. Then Mr. Hyde 
turned bis (rati "n Miss W 

"I go around town a good deal." he said, 
softly, "an" lots of times when I'm out en- 
joyin' myself I think of you. Carrie, an' how 
monotonous it must be for you, just settin' 
here with your ma. Wont yen «r wmit 
you go to the theater with me tomorrow 
nig! 

•I'd like to very much," returned the 
Mtanjabai and delighted Carrie. 

"We 11 go to the Empire," said Mr. Hyde, 
gazing dreamily to where his father's store 
sheil a flood of white light on the pave- 
ment. "The play—" 

lie did not give out any information about 
the [day. A young man had left the llvde 
grocery and started rapidly up Hroad Street. 

"Why. I do believe father '- let .lohnny 
off early tonight," remarked Mr. Hyde. 
"He 's comin' here, too," be added, with much 
bitterness in his tone. 

"lliiw do you know?" asked Miss Wiggins, 
wonderingh . 

•I ju>t know." responded Mr. Hyde, 
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The light from the lamp .Mrs. Wiggins had 
set in the hallway revealed the fact that 
butterfly number two, who had by this time 
reached the Wiggins walk, was in person, if 
not in attire, the superior of number one. 
Johnny Weeks, clerk in the Hyde store, was 
a stockily-built young man with a pleasant, 
laughing face. Also, he had the air of one 
who does things, and in this he again differed 
from Mr. Hyde. 

"Good evening, all," he said lightly. 
"Hello, Wilfred," he added, with a contempt- 
uous glance at his employer's son. 

Mr. Hyde adopted his most freezing man- 
ner. 

"I trust- 1 see you well," he said. 

"I trust you do," Mr. Weeks replied, "an' 
if you dont, you need specs. It aint so 
dark as all that." He seated himself at Mr. 
Wiggins' invitation. "It's a beautiful even- 
ing, though warm," he said. 

"I think I said that myself — twice," re- 
marked Mr. Hyde, scowling. 

"Well, what" of it?" Mr. Weeks asked. 
"You aint copyrighted it, have you? An' I 
aint bein' out-talked by anyone, least of all 
you. So I'll just equal your score. It 's a 
beautiful evening, though warm." 

"You left the store at an early hour," put 
in Mr. Hyde, thus seeking to erect the barrier 
between employer and employed. 

"I left it at the corner, where I found it," 
answered Mr. Weeks, who had a vaudeville 
idea of humor. "I says to your father: 'I 
want to go an' see Carrie Wiggins,' I says. 
'I used to go to school with her. an' I aint 
seen her for some time.' 'All right, go 
along,' he says, 'an' give my regards to Mr. 
Wiggins,' he says." 

Mr. Wiggins was too perplexpd tc 
acknowledge this second compliment from 
Hyde senior, for the coming of Mr. Weeks 
was troubling him deeply. To capture the 
son of a man who not only owned a grocery, 
but was also considered a power in the ward, 
was a feat worthy of his skill. But even 
though he knew competition to be the life of 
trade, Mr. Wiggins could not consider the 
arrival of this grocery clerk as anything more 
than an intrusion into the net. He began to 
ponder schemes for lessening the number of 
captives by one. 

"The trade of clerk," Mr. Hyde was say- 
ing, with a sneer, "must be a very trying 
cue indeed." 



"It 's much more trying," snapped Mr. 
Weeks, "than not having no trade at all." 

"Who are you referrin' to?" inquired Mi 
Hyde, haughtily. 

"0, not to you," said Mr. Weeks, sarcas 
tically, "not to you. No, not for the world." 

Here Miss Wiggins interfered. That she 
had left the Juliet age far behind she clearly 
proved by her preference for Mr. Hyde. 
With her, as with her father, the figure in 
the bank was the all powerful argument. 

"Do you like burnt wood designs, Wil- 
fred?" she asked. The Wilfred was a little 
tribute to the long-forgotten school days. 

"I adore them," said Mr. Hyde, feeling ot 
his red necktie and smiling wanly. 

"Maybe you 'd like to look at some I've got 
here in the parlor," went on Miss Wiggins, 
shyly. "They 're my own work." Mr. Hyde 
rose with apparent eagerness, and the two 
entered the hallway. 

"Ever since our house caught fire," said 
Mr. Weeks, loudly. "I've been interested in 
burnt wood myself. I'll come, too, if you 
dont mind." 

"Certainly," returned Miss Wiggins, am 
biguously and coolly. 

Mr. Weeks followed, the pair into th>. 
parlor. Close on his heels came Mr. Wiggins, 
who felt that the situation called for his in- 
ventive ability. 

In Miss Wiggins's dull gray eyes as shi 
bent over the tawdry center table, shone a 
light that had been thirty years in dawning. 
Her heart was all a-flutter; her thin hands 
hovered nervously above the knickknacks. In 
the lamplight her hitherto unclassified hair 
burned a certain gold, her faded face seemed 
almost on the borderland of beauty. For she 
who had waited so long in vain had at last 
come into her own. Two knights were con- 
tending eagerly for her favors. She did not 
understand, but she was very happy. 

"This," she said, putting a burnt wood 
atrocity into Mr. Hyde's hands, "is a garden 
scene. See," she added, by way of identifi- 
cation, "this is a hedge, an' that 's a flower 
bed. An that streak 's a walk. Are you 
fond of gardens, John?" This last was ad- 
dressed to Mr. Weeks, for Miss Wiggins fell 
that a true hostess should include all her 
guests in the conversation. 

"Am I? Say, I'm daffy over them," re- 
turned Mr. Weeks, with airy untruthfulness. 
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mi- tit in il v never got over the effect* of it. 
I'd go miles on a stormy night to look 
at a good garden." 

I |.mii Mr. Wiiririus, hovering in the back- 
ground, fell his waited inspiration, dear and 
unannounced. He hesitated a moment, then 
■tapped nil and tombed Mr. Weeks on the 
shoulder. 

"You come with me." he said, inysterioii-.lv. 

Politeness dictated that Johnny obey. 
Through a dangerously dark kitchen Mr 
us piloted him to the back door, and 
threw open the screen. He waved his hand 
carelessly in the direction of the outside 
world. 

•Y.m come with me," he repeated. "I've 
garden out here that fer its size is the 
wonder of the world. It's a miracle, that's 
what I call it. If gardens is what you like to 
loafc at. you 've got the treat of your life 
ahead of you." 

II)* descended the back steps, followed by 
M r. Weeks, in whom anger and amazement 
were fighting for supremacy. They stood to 
gether in a little fenced-off enclosure where, 
in the semi-darkness, hideous shapes loomed 
• Mr. Weeks's eyes. There was a strong 
smell of garbage in the air. 

"What d'you like to see best?" Mr. Wi- 
L'ius inquired, with the air of one anxious to 
please, "tomatoes, peas, beans, an' so on. 
What 's your specialty V 

"1 aint got none," said Mr. Weeks, un- 
"unless it 's lettin' folks make a fool 
i." 

"Mebbe it's potatoes," Mr. Wiggins con 
jectured. He stooped down and fumbled 
•iltottt on the ground. "There." he said, at 
look nt that. Hid \>u ever see a 
potato vine as big as that before T" 

"How do I knowf" asked Mr. Weeks, 
shortly. "I can't even see that." 

"You kin when, the moon eomes out from 
behind that cloud," Mr. Wiggins reassured 
him. "Look out! Be careful, Johnny. You 're 
walking on my tomato vines." He stooped 
■gam, and produced a sample of his tending. 
"An tomatoes like that where you come 
from .'" he inquired. 

"I aint no connoser of tomatoes," snapped 
Mr. Weeks. "I think we better go inside 
now. The night air is pretty damp." 

"I 'amp!' cried Mr. Wiggins, in scorn. 
"Damp! Why. Johnny Weeks, what ails 
you.' Damp, an' the hottest night in July. 



I couldn't think of lettin' you go in yet. I 
want to talk to you. You 've got me 
on the subject of gardens, an', like as not, 
I'll never stop. You follow me." He started 
off down an oh "I want to show 

you — " 

He was interrupted by a loud curse from 
Mr. Weeks, and turned just in time to aee 
that gentleman plunge face foremost among 
the potato vines. 

"Why, why." said Mr. Wi-j-.'ius. as though 
alarmed at Mr. Weeks' eccentricity, "what 'd 
you do that fer. Johnny T" 

The fallen man rose i|ilteill and gave his 
clothes a passing brush. Trembling with 
rage, he faced Mr Wiggins. 

"I eoine to call on your daughter," he 
shouted, "an' you haul me away to the two- 
by-four garbage dump you call a garden. I 
to visit the family, an' you pull me out 
an' introduce me to the potato bugs. You 
drag me around in the dirt till I git dizzy, an' 
then you trip me up with a damn has! 

"It wasn't a basket." said Mr. Wiggins, 
by way of apology. "It was a box." 

"But I aint blind." Mr. Weeks rushed on. 
"I can see, even if I did fall over a basket. I 
know what this little garden party means. 
Yon want to git me away from those two 
in there. You want to give Carrie a good 
chance to hook that puppy with the glad 
rags. You just got ten thousand dollars, but 
that aint enough. You 've got the fever, an' 
you want more." 

There was a pause. 

"1 know something else." continued Mr. 
Weeks, in a gentler tone. "I know I've got 
enough agriculture fer one night. I'm goin' 
home." 

He went round to the front of the house, 
closely followed by Mr. Wiggins. The fam- 
ily had retired, and the porch was deserted. 
Mr. Weeks found his hat in a flower bed, 
where the Wiggins baby had thrown it when 
she finished playing with it. He paused for 
a parting word, pointing dramatically to the 
parlor. 

"Hitch her up to a hank book if you want 
to," he said, "but if I was you I'd look be- 
tween the covers first." And he swung off 
toward the avenue. 

Mr. Wiggins stood looking after him. 
"Poor boy," he muttered to himself, "he's 
that jealous." Then he started for bed with 
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knew, his daughter might at that very mo- 
ment be holding hands with Money. 

He made inquiries the next day, and was 
disappointed to find that the wooing had not 
reached so advanced a stage. Then, as tact- 
fully and as gently as he could, he told the 
story of the luring legacy. Carrie stormed 
and wept. 

"You 're a cruel, unnatural father," she 
said, "and I'll never speak to you again." 
To her aching heart the price of the balm 
seemed high. "So he 's running here because 
he thinks I've got money," she sobbed. 
"Well, I'll show him when he comes tonight. 
I'll give him my opinion of his kind." 

But that evening, when Mr. Hyde again 
sauntered up the Wiggins walk, he found a 
very mild and bashful Carrie waiting on the 
porch. She did not give him her opinion of 
his kind. She did not speak. Only in her 
eyes again glowed the light that had been so 
many years in dawning. For, after all, what 
matters the sort of breeze that brings the 
butterfly to our net? 

All Broad Street agreed that the wooing, 
which got well under way with that night's 
theater party, would be short. Secretly Mr. 
Wiggins confessed that it could be none too 
short for him. This confession was the out- 
come of his meeting with Mr. Plunket, a few 
nights after the fortune story had been set 
afloat, at the door of the corner saloon. 

"Hurry along in, John," said that gentle- 
man, heartily. "I'll be with you in a minute. 
They 're all waitin' in there to drink your 
aunt's health. The story 's got round some- 
how. I can 't guess how." 

"You would n't win no prize in a guessin' 
contest," Mr. Wiggins assured him. He 
smiled wanly, but his heart was heavy. Mak- 
ing up his mind that he did not care for a 
drink that evening, he sadly turned home- 
ward. This contingency he had not foreseen. 

Thereafter he stole into the saloon only at 
hours when he thought the place would be de- 
serted. But always a few loiterers would ap- 
pear from nowhere, anxious to pledge their 
neighbor's generous aunt. Mr. Wiggins' 
ideas of economy were shocked, and he al- 
most gave up drinking altogether. 

"It '11' be the happiest moment of my life," 
he confided to his wife, "when Carrie and 
Wilfred are married, an' I kin tell Simon 
Plunket to join my aunt — down below." 

"It '11 make you look pretty cheap," she 



returned, "when you have to say to 'em all 
that you — that they was a — a mistake about 
the fortune." 

"I kin stand it," said Mr. Wiggins, martyr- 
like, "fer the sake of seein' Carrie well mar- 
ried. An' it wont be so hard as you think. 
I dunno but it '11 be a real pleasure to me to 
see Simon Plunket's face when I tell him 
he 's had the last beer he '11 git from me. 
How long will I have to wait, d' you think V 

When he had waited a month he became 
uneasy, at the end of two months he raved. 
Then one evening, returning home from the 
corner in an unusually bitter frame of mind, 
he found Carrie and Mr. Hyde awaiting him 
in the parlor. There the latter made his 
long-deferred speech. Mr. Wiggins shook his 
hand with the enthusiasm of a man pumping 
water from a sinking ship, 

"She 's a good girl, an' we hate to lose 
:.er," he said, feelingly, "but take her, Wil- 
fred, an' welcome. Sometimes I'd hope she 'd 
always stay here to help her ma an' me. But 
it was foolish of me, I s'pose. She 's gotter 
go the way of all girls. An' I'm glad it's 
you, Wilfred, Air now let's plan fer the 
weddin'," he added, a bit too hastily. 

That affair was nothing unusual, although 
Carrie Wiggins thought it so, Broad Street 
had seen a few like it before, and will see 
more like it in the future. With the usual 
accompaniment of old shoes and good wishes, 
Mr. and Mrs. Wilfred Hyde left for a few 
days' bridal trip to a neighboring city. 

On the evening of their return they sat 
with Mr. Wiggins in the parlor, while Mrs. 
Wiggins bustled about the kitchen preparing 
supper. Deftly Mr. Wiggins kept the con- 
versation from legacies and aunts, for now 
that the hour of confession had come, a cold 
dread was upon him. With some show of 
anxiety he inquired concerning Mr. Hyde's 
plans for the future. But that gentleman 
was not to be thus sidetracked. 

"How 's the legacy from aunt what 's-her- 
name getting on?" he asked, suddenly and 
pointedly, his tone betraying more interest 
than he had intended. 

Mr. Wiggins's gay face went suddenly 
grave. 

"I've sad news fer you there," he said, sol- 
emnly. "I hate to break in on your honey- 
moon with this — hate to like a dog. But you 
gotter know it sometime, an' I s'pose it might 
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found out that Aunt Mary left a later will. 
L'ivin' all her money to a home fer cats. It 's 
an awful blow to us all." 

Mr. Hyde ri-llnpseil weakly in his chair. 
Mr. Wiggins hurried on. 

"I dont know when anything has dime me 
up the way this has," he said. "All the time 
you've been away, I've never smiled. I've 
been that broken-hearted. But the sight of 
your happiness has helped me to bear up. 
Your gay faces has been like a breath of 
fresh air to a man firin' a furnace." 

Mr. Wigging's eloquence was nrprking 
even himself. 

"Of course, it's hard." continued the 
stricken man, "but we gotier bear up. We 
gotter make light of our trouble, an' l>e 
happy. It's hard, but we gotter laugh an' 
sing." 

Mr. Hyde recovered a weak echo of his 
former voice. 

•'I' '■ harder than you know," he whis- 
pered. 

The expression on Mr. Wiggins's faee 
changed quickly. 

••What d' you meant" he asked hoarsely. 

"Father," said Mr. Hyde, brokenly, 
"father — he — he 's gone to the wall— with the 
store. In a day or two he *s goin' to make an 
assignment, an' Johnny Weeks expects to 
buy the stock. Johnny 's got a mortgage on 
the building, too. I dont know where he got 
■ >ney — maybe he saved it — maybe it was 
left to him — by an aunt — in Chicago. Dad 
has n't got a cent left in the world." 

Mr. Wiggins' face was not pleasant to 
look at. His son-in-law caught a glimpse of 
it. and went hastily on. 

'•That 's what makes it so hard — harder 
than you know," he said, "but we got to be 
brave. We got to bear up under our trouble. 
Wo got to laugh and sin;:." 



II. stop|ied for Mr. Wiggins's approval 
of these echoed sentiments, but it was not 
forthcoming. 

"Father ion the crash ahead some time 
Mr. Hyde went on. "an' he says to 
me: 'Wilfred, you got to do one of two 
things— you either got to go to work, or you 
to marry a girl with a bunch of money.' 
An' that very day Johnny Weeks mentioned 
to me about this fortune of yours. Hi 
could n't remember the figure, but he said it 
was pretty big. It seemed Providence to me. 
that 's what it seemed. I needed money, an' 
you had it. An' I'd always liked Carrie — at 
school— 1 can 't work." he broke off, "I never 
worked in my life. I aint strong -work ud 
kill me." 

Mr. Wiggins looked as though he hoped 
it would. From his unfriendly face Mr. 
Hyde turned to the blank he had drawn in 
the matrimonial lottery. The look in Car- 
rie's eyes touched a chord of pity some- 
where in his flabby heart. After all, he re- 
flected, here was a strong, noble woman to 
love him — and work for him. He drew his 
bride to him, and kissed her tenderly. 
' - We 'II manage somehow, Carrie." he as- 
sured her. 

Again he faced his father-in-law. 

■ er since I've knowed you." he said, 
''you've had an awful big family. Seems to 
me havin' just one more around would n't 
make much difference to you. It would n't, 
would it T" 

Mr. Wiggins did not reply. Instead he 
rose and started for the door. From the 
rack in the hallway be selected a bat 
at random, and crushed it down over 
his eye>. Once outside, he joined 
Broad Street in its undignified stag- 
ger toward the drink eiii|K>rittiii on the 
corner. 



The Vigilantes 

By Margaret Ashmun 

We are the whirlwinds that winnow the West — 
We scatter the wicked like straw! 
We are the Nemeses, never at rest — 
We are Justice, and Right, and the Law! 

Moon on the snow and a blood-chilling- blast, 
Sharp-throbbing hoofs like the heart-beat of fear, 
A halt, a swift parley, a pause — then at last 
A stiff, swinging figure, cut darkly and sheer 
Against the blue steel of the sky; ghastly white 
Every on-looking face. Men, our duty was clear; 
Yet ah ! what a soul to send forth to the night ! 

Ours is a service brute-hateful and grim; 

Little we love the wild task that we seek ; 

Are they dainty to deal with — the fear-rigid limb, 

The curse and the struggle, the blasphemous shriek? 

Nay, but men must endure while their bodies have breath ; 

God made us strong to avenge Him the weak — 

To dispense His sure wages of sin — which is death. 

We stand for our duty : While wrong works its will, 
Our search shall be stern and our course shall be wide; 
Retribution shall prove that the just liveth still, 
And its horrors and dangers our hearts can abide, 
That safety and honor may tread in our path ; 
The vengeance of Heaven shall speed at our side, 
As we follow unwearied our mission of wrath. 



We are the whirlwinds that winnow the West- 

We scatter the wicked like straw! 

We are the Nemeses, never at rest — 

We are Justice, and Right, and the Law.' 



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The Engagement of Allen Somers 



By Agnes Poster Buchanan 



ff*^^^ZJ^|HK big -i.-i-l skeleton .if the 
r ^ W ff/l old Sl - Francis Hotel, as it 
I v I ,C^ I was in tlie days of its gran- 
HH » denr, loomed Dp like a 
watch-tower on the we-' 
■ ri Square. To the north, 
east and south stretched I'mitlatt fields of 
debris — brick and mortar and tons of old 
iron and brass to gladden the junk mnn's 
heart. The task of clearing it all away 
seemed endless, hopeless, but directly in 
front of t he fire patted ruin a gang of labor- 

rked with ■ will. Ml ■fling and clean- 
in-.' the i>ile of bricks before them as though 
upon their individual labors depended the 
rebuilding of San Francisco. It was their 
mite in the rehabilitation of the city. 

■ss the street, snuggled comfortably OH 
nion Square itself, the Little 
St. Francis had opened its doors under the 
chaperonage. as it were, of its more preten- 
tious predecessor. 

Allen Huntsman Somers stood gazing 
upon the scene of devastation around him 
and musing upon the hopelessness of it all. 
The sanguine souls to whom the rebuilding 
of the city meant a year or two at most, ap- 
peared to him in the light of poor deluded 
fools. 

"II 's enormous, vast, and with all their 
grit and courage, it will be twenty years at 
least before San Francisco will be what it 

lie said, conclusively. "And now for 

an hour's work before d nner.'' He lighted 

irette and was turning away when a 

merry, happy laugh came bubbling through 

the open window above him. 

"Kngaged! Are you really t" The voice 
was incredulous, expectant. Somers felt 
himself sharing the same surprise and fat 
some reason waited to hear the answer. 
When it came it was full of dignity, as 
though rebuking in a way the insinuation 
conveyed by the surprise and doubt of the 
other's voice. 

. I am really. Are you surprised f" 



"Oh, no, I'm not exactly surprised, but 
••e T have been abroad for so long that 
I have lost track of things. Do 1 know 
the lucky man?" stammered the other. 

"No, I dont believe you do." came slowly 
from the engaged girl. "And I wouldn't 
say that he is particularly lucky neither 
would you it' you were honest. My suitors 
have not l>een remarkable in point of num- 
bers, yon know. Hut you don! know this 
one, I am sure— he's in the East — he lielongs 
there." 

"Hut you Ml ST tell me lis name—I'm 
about to expire of curiosity," was the impa- 
tient enjoinder. The listener outside found 
himself in sympathy with it. He was be- 
coming impatient, too. 

"His name— oh yes." she faltered. "It "> 
not to be announced for a long, long time, 
Frances, but I'm engaged to Mr. Allen 
Huntsman Somers!" 

The surprised gentleman in quest ion could 
never quite explain his first impulse as this 
extraordinary fact was announced. It was 
escape — retreat! Hut almost instantly curi- 
that great lever of human action, be- 
gan to work. He must see the girl and im- 
mediately. 

The voices had ceased altogether before he 
realized that if he was to get even a glimpse 
of his self-acknowledged fiancee, the .>■■). 
way to the tea-room would be the surest 
solution of the problem. 

IN- stepped quickly through the square, 
into the hotel foyer — passed the desk and 
with eager steps reached the room wherein 
sat the woman Fate had decreed he was 
to marry! He experienced the almos' 
gotten sensation of being excited. Was she 
young, or old, he wondered — fair or darkf 
He hoped her hair was brown with lots of 
red in it. Ot course, he decided her eyes 
lie brown, soft and limpid — the k.nd 
that would meet his fearlessly and yet grow 
tender as his soul looked nit ■ b) 

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head waiter ventured. Somers started. He 
stared around the tea-room. It was ahso- 
lutely empty save for the dozen or more idle 
waiters who stood around frankly bored by 
the dearth of business and the accompanying 
dearth of fees. 

"No, that is, yes, I was. Were there two 
ladies in here— at that table?" asked Somers. 
pointing to the corner near the window. 

"Yes, sir," replied the waiter, "two young 
ladies. They aint been gone a moment, sir." 

"Thanks, I'll find them," said Somers as 
he turned away, knowing in his heart that he 
would n't do anything of the kind. 

Somers had never given the subject of 
marriage much thought. He had supposed 
in a vague, impersonal sort of way that some 
day or somehow he would marry. Almost 
all the men he knew were married and were 
always advising him to do the same. 
Whether this came from a friendly solicita- 
tion for his highest happiness or whether 
it was the old cry of misery for company, he 
could never determine. He was inclined to 
the latter theory. Of course he had imagined 
himself in love — many times, each time with 
a sense of finality. As the years had gone 
by, however, and he had contributed his 
share toward the ushering in of thirty-six 
glad or sorry New Years, his convictions as 
to his ultimate benedictine state had become 
somewhat less positive. But today they had 
returned in all their original force. And 
with them, too, came a certain resentfulness. 
Why should he have to marry if he did n't 
want to? Who was this very positive, as- 
sertive young woman who had unblushingly 
announced that she intended to lead him to 
the altar? While he was willing to cede 
that the married state was the one rational 
one for modern society, he would still have 
preferred to reserve the right to do his own 
courting. He certainly had no recollection of 
asking this unknown claimant to his name. 
Terrible visions as to when and where he 
might have committed himself retarded his 
dressing for dinner and made him a poor 
guest that night at the table of Mr. and Mrs. 
Lawrence Farrish. 

Katherine Farrish noticed that something 
was wrong and wondered afterward to her 
husband whether Allen Somers was engaged. 
"Why?" asked Mr. Farrish. 

"Because he was so perfectly stupid and 
distrait all through dinner. I certainly hope 



he's not going to be that way all the month 
he 's with us at San Anselmo. or I'll be sorry 
you asked him. If it 's so, and he 'd tell me 
who she is, I'd ask her, too. As it is, he '11 
have to get along with Barbara Barton as 
best he can. She 's a dear, but — she 's not 
very popular with men, is she, Lawrence?" 
and Mrs. Farrish looked doubtfully and ap- 
pealingly to the other member of their fam- 
ily of two. 

"What 's the use of worrying about Sep- 
tember when its only July ? Allen was prob- 
ably working out some new plot or perhaps 
this work he 's doing for the Criterion got 
on his nerves today. He and Barbara will 
get along famously, I know." 

But the dinner had not been a success as 
far as Somers was concerned, and he knew 
it. He also knew that it was migluy nice 
of the Farrishs to ask him to Marin County 
for the month of September, but somehow 
the zest had been taken out of things by 
the conversation he had inadvertently 
overheard that afternoon. Perhaps it was 
the uncertainty of it all that annoyed him. 
At any rate, it was with a decided feeling 
of discontent with himself, the unknown 
girl, and the world in general that he re- 
turned to the St. Francis that night. At 
the desk he was given several letters and a 
small package, the latter and one of the let- 
ters addressed in the same handwriting and 
bearing no post mark. 

These interested him most. "Where have 
I seen that writing?" he thought. "If Marie 
Thayer were on this side of the Atlantic, 
I'd swear it was hers. But Marie has 
never forgiven me our old scores, so it cer- 
tainly is n't from her." He opened the note 
with some curiosity. It was dated: 

The Little St. Francis. 

Seven o 'Clock. 
My Dear Allen — I've just heard the news! ! ! 
and I want to be the first to offer my con- 
gratulations, even if I miss my train by 
stopping to write this note. I dont know the 
young lady's name, but I've seen her, and 
it 's not hard to tell that she 's desperately 
in love! That 's natural — I think I was in 
love with you once myself, wasn't I? Or at 
least I thought I was, which served the same 
purpose! Please explain to your fiancee that 
I was a most unwilling listener to her conver- 
sation this afternoon in the tea room. She will 
understand. She will also probably remember 
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am leaving with this note. I picked it up and 
as I have not the slightest clew as to who 
she is, I inquired at the desk on the merest 
chance of finding you registered here. You 
see, I have recollections of you in the role of 
3uitor and I knew that you would not be far 
from your lady 's side if you could help it. So 
I am sure you will undertake to return the 
package to her — it feels as though it might 
be a small picture and was probably intended 
for you, anyhow. 

I am going Kast tonight, but I hope to have 
the pleasure of knowing the future Mrs. 8om- 
ers when I return in September. By the way, 
I 'm sorry I can 't say she 's pretty, Allen, 
but of course that doesn't matter to you 
now, for Love is blind, they say. Besides, 
she looks as though she 'd make a good house- 
keeper and had a sweet disposition. Good 
luck! Yours, MAKIK. 

Somers read the impudent letter through 
twice and then tore it up and threw it away. 

"What a cat that woman is! A sweet 
disposition! — that's one woman's way of 
damning another. Well, it's more than you 
have, anyhow." he said to himself. 

Dp in his room he turned the package 
over and over, wondering what in the world 
to do with it. He held to it almost pas- 
sionately as the one clue to the woman he 
sought. He tugged at the string and tried 
to peek through the paper. He was a child 
again in his curiosity and indecision. But 
who had a better right T She was the girl 
be — no — not quite the girl he loved, but 
the girl he was to marry, which of course is 
<|tiite different. 

Other engaged men, he thonght, had the 
happiness of looking into the very eye* of 
the chosen one; of even holding them close, 
close, close to them, of kissing their hair, 
their cheeks, yes and sometimes their lips. 
too, while be — It was the death smiL'L'le 
of his wavering doubts. His prot. 
sense of honor wM silenced, and with an 
impatient jerk he opened the box. The 
face before him gazed back at him very 
frankly. Her eyes met his with such open 
enmaraderie that it was his turn rather than 
hers to be embarrassed. It was not a face 
over which a man might be expected to lose 
his head. It was cold, lifeless. Sbe was 
radantly beautiful, but with the beauty of 
an exquisite piece of marble. 

"She's an aristocrat at any rate," mused 
Somers. "I'll be proud of her." Her fea- 



ture* were perfectly chiselled— her hair 
combed straight back from the forehead, 
left uncovered a broad white brow from 
under which the two unwavering eye* looked 
steadfa.-tlv into those of the man before 
her. 

"There's something lacking in that girl's 
face." Somers "1 think I know 

what it is, too. She has never loved. Why 
then in the name of heaven does she want to 
marry met" he exclaimed as he replaced the 
picture iti the box. 

That niirht was not a restful one. All 
through the long hours until dawn fair 
faeea and ugly came beckoning to him from 
the shadows. Here was a dark-haired aou- 
whom he had known in the days of 
bja vet(lain\. Surely he had never asked 
her the all-important question. Around her 
bang yards and yards of legal documents 
which looked for all the world like suits for 
breach-of-promise. Somers breathed more 
freely when the dark-eyed enchantress waa 
strangled in a tangle of her own weaving and 
the strings of legal papers disappeared with 
the instigator of them. 

And then right through the transom 
floated the kimona of a dainty little Jap- 
anese girl. 

"The in.: of the Orient," moaned 

the haunted man. 

"Tour servant loves the honorable 
stranger," she cooed in a soft gentle voice. 

"Tea, yes, I know, but I never asked you 
to marry roe, now did It" pleaded Somers. 
The almond-eyed beauty faded away only to 
Live place to a legion of others. They 
floated around him, above him, came tantal- 
iziiiL'ly near and then, with impish lau 
made their mocking ol»eisanee and fled. 

Presently out of the confusion the girl 
appeared for whom he had been look 
the girl with the brown hair the sun love* 
and with brown eyes which met his fearless- 
ly and yet grew tender as his soul reached 
out to hers. She wasn't the least bit of a 
beauty. But hadn't Marie Thayer taken 
pains to tell him thatt Her noae was ter- 
ribly humpy, he thought, and her mouth was 
mighty sweet, but it certainly conformed to 
no standard of beauty he had ever heard of. 
anted to talk to her, his hand reached 
out instinctively to touch hers, but over her 
shoulder appeared the girl of the picture, 
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casm in the faint smile she gave to Somers, 
and his hand was withdrawn as impulsively 
as it had been extended. The obi gations of 
an engaged man rested heavily upon him. 

At last the whole aggregation of unwel- 
come visitors left him, but it was the loving 
and lovable face of the girl with the irregu- 
lar mouth and funny nose that nodded last 
to Somers and who blew a kiss from her 
finger tips in spite of the disapproving 
glances of the woman he was to marry. 

Through the long, dusty, dirty days that 
followed, Somers kept feverishly at his 
work. The material for his new series of 
articles had to be collected, segregated and 
the boiTowed manuscripts returned. 

The Trades blew with unusual vigor that 
year, bringing whole clouds of dust and 
ashes at every gust, and making San Fran- 
cisco the least habitable spot in the country. 
But the month of September lay ahead of 
Soiners and he looked forward to the quiet 
beauty of Marin County as a respite from 
the wind and dust of the city. The thought 
of his fiancee was ever, though perhaps sub- 
consciously, in his mind. Strangely enough, 
he had come to accept the situation as one 
over which he had no control. It was fool- 
ish, absurd perhaps, but to his exaggerated 
sense of honor there seemed no choice as to 
his loyalty to the unknown girl of the St. 
Francis. 

Barbara Barton certainly was not a 
beauty. No" one had ever taken the trouble 
to conceal the fact from her. Her mother 
had never tried to deceive even herself on 
this subject. Barbara, the child, yearned and 
thirsted for some little of the flattering idol- 
atry she heard so extravagantly lavished 
upon the children with whom she played. 
Barbara, the girl, had looked forward to her 
first dance with keen pangs of despair and 
dread rather than with any sensations of de- 
light. That eventful night, she remembered, 
she fairly hugged the sheltering protection 
of the dressing room and only the knowl- 
edge that the plunge had to be taken had 
dragged her out into the glare and flare of 
the opening figure of the german. 

That Winter seemed now to have belonged 
to another existence. Having presented her 
to her friends, her mother was quite willing 
to consider her duty done and to allow Bar- 
bara to follow her own free fancy of living 



with her books and piano rather than with 
people. Little by little then the girl created 
a world of her own — one wherein Barbara 
Barton was the ideal woman. She was grace- 
ful and accomplished, of course. She was 
fair to look upon, and, living in a realm of 
imagination, these attributes naturally 
brought with them that far more to be de- 
sired boon — popularity. At last she knew 
what it meant to have women anxious to 
know her, to have men radiant or cast down 
according to her graciousness, or lack of it. 
There was a tacit understanding between the 
real Barbara and the ideal that the' latter 
should never fall in love — at least not for a 
long, long time — not until the story of say- 
ing "no" to her many suitors had become 
monotonous. That happened one day when 
she was turning over the pages of a maga- 
zine. 

The announcement of a hew serial caught 
her eye, a sketch of the author attracted her, 
his picture created an ideal. She read every- 
thing published under his name, she sub- 
scribed to clipping bureaus for anything that 
might appear in the press about him. Oc- 
casionally a newspaper contributed a crude 
cut of him and this was promptly cut out 
and framed. Her room was a veritable gal- 
lery of one man's picture, and the man was 
Allen Huntsman Somers. 

For days following the conversation at 
the St. Francis, Barbara lived in a state of 
fear an.d uncertainty as to what to do next. 
Unfortunately she had chosen a man of rep- 
utation for her mythical fiancee — a man 
whose work was known on both sides of the 
continent. Nevertheless she rejoiced secretly 
that since she had had but one arrow to send 
into the air, her aim had been high and true. 
As the 26th of July, ' the day of her im- 
pulsive burst of confidence, became more 
and more remote, the nature of her offense 
became less serious — her engagement itself 
more and more a sweet reality. 

Sometimes, and then it was with a sudden 
paralysis of her senses, the thought came 
to her that perhaps he was already married ! 
But after all, what mattered it? In such a 
world, a few wives more or less were no 
obstacle. Wives, children, whole families 
could fade away or be created at will. There 
was a certain very palpable convenience in 
it, conspicuously lacking in the cut-and-dried 
life about her. 




mmm^mmmarnktm 



8h* Brought the Picture Nearer. 



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So the tirst of September came in its soft, 
quiet beauty. It brought with it a convic- 
tion in the mind of Barbara Barton that 
her engagement to Mr. Somers had existed 
long enough — at least as far as Frances 
I>;ii\\ood sharing the knowledge of it was 
concerned. The time had come when she 
should break it and she decided to send Miss 
Darwood a little note explaining the situation 
as gracefully as possible. She sat down at 
her desk, and drew the paper toward her. 
She hardly knew how to begin. She leaned 
her head upon her hand, and, glancing up, 
came face to face with the presiding genius 
of her room. She brought the picture nearer 
and as she gazed at it all thought of re- 
pudiation fled. Further reflection was in- 
terrupted by the telephone, with an aggres- 
sive, imperative demand for attent on. 

"Oh, Barbara," came over the line, "are 
you busy? Can't you ride with us this aft- 
ernoon ? We have an awfully attractive 
man visiting us and he 's crazy about rid- 
ing, so I'm looking to you to help me enter- 
tain him." 

"Yes, indeed, I'll go — I'm never too busy 
to ride, you know. When do you want to 
start?" answered Barbara. 

"Right away, if it 's all right for you. 
And look here, we 've told him all sorts of 
nice things about you, so it will be ghastly 
if you dont like him. He 's to be here a 
whole month, and I do hope you two will 
get along together." 

"Katherine Farrish always puts new life 
into a person," thought Barbara, as her 
maid pulled on her riding boots. "Perhaps 
it 's because she inspires one with self-con- 
fidence." 

Her favorite, Minnehaha, was at the door 
as she came downstairs and a second later 
the party from the Farrishs came galloping 
up the drive. Mrs. Farrish had done a 
tactful thing in arranging that Barbara and 
Somers should meet under these conditions. 
In her well-cut habit, her Engl'sh derby, 
the girl showed to her best advantage. 

"Hello, Barbara," called Mrs. Farrish. 
"Oh, here you are," as Barbara appeared. 
"May I present Mr. Somers? — Miss Bar- 
ton." 

The silence which followed seemed etern- 
ity after eternity rolled into one ghastly 
pause. Barbara knew of course that both 
men were out of their saddles. Lawrence 



Farrish was holding her hand. Mr. Somers, 
she felt rather than knew, was regarding 
her with an amused half-quizzical smile. 

"Oh, heavens," thought Katherine Far- 
rish, "Barbara is going to desert me after 
all, and is shutting herself up in her shell 
as usual. I'll have to do something." Then 
aloud, "Now come on. I'll race you all to 
the gate. If we dont get started soon we '11 
never get to the Summit and back before 
dinner." 

They cantered down the avenue, through 
the gates of the Barton Place, on to the 
county road and turned toward Fairfax be- 
fore a word was spoken. Barbara's brain 
was surging. There was but one sane 
thought it could hold and the longer she 
dwelt upon it, the less sane it appeared. 
This was HE ! He was here, actually here 
by her side. Allen Somers, to whom she 
had announced her engagement two months 
before. She turned toward him, feeling an 
almost uncontrollable desire to put out her 
hand and touch his, ever so lightly, just to 
prove to herself that the last hour did not 
belong to her make-believe world. 

At last her eyes met his and they both 
laughed merrily. 

"Wont you tell us, Miss Barton, what the 
weighty subject was? To whom you should 
give your first german this Winter?" 

"For shame," she laughed, "as though my 
Winter's program were still unsettled. You 
should see my waiting list of substitutes!" 

She stopped in confusion, feeling the 
blood in her cheeks. That was the sort of 
speech she had practiced time and time 
again on Mr. Somers — the Mr. Somers of 
her imagination. Then, as suddenly as her 
momentary embarrassment came, it was 
gone. Why not, thought she, forget the old 
Barbara of self-conscious awkwardness and 
make the new Barbara to reign in her stead? 
It was only for one short month, and she 
would, if possible, have Somers know her as 
she would be rather than as she was. 

That was but the beginning. Day after 
day, all through September, she and Somers 
drove and walked and rode together. Given 
two people of congenial temperaments, 
propinquity and Marin County and the 
Q. E. D. is a simple proposition. 

One day very late in September, Law- 
rence Farrisli lounged lazily into his wife's 
sitting room. 



THE ENGAGEMENT OF ALLEN SOMERS. 






"KalheririP." tajd lie, throwing himself on 
i In- much, "didn't you once M] you t lioii-^ht 
■ rs was engaged?" 

Katlierine looked up quickly from her 
work. "I certainly never did. How should 
1 have known such a thing ?" she asked. 

"l>ont you remember, dear," lie answered, 
"one night Sm ■. .lined with us in town — " 

"Oh. I know what you mean." she inter- 
rupted. "I rememlier he was awfully stupid 
that night and I eouhl think of no better ex- 
All men are apt to be hopelessly 
stupul during 'hat period, you know," she 
laughed. 

"Thank you in the name of the sex," re- 
joined her husband. "I know that I wag no 
lion to the rule. Mine, however, is an 
incurable case and not merely temporary in 
sanity. But listen, I have a secret!" 

This time Mrs. Farrish threw down her 
work instantly. If there was a secret, she 
must be in it. 

Her husband looked tantalizingly mysteri- 
"t'an 't you guess." he asked. 
. I can 't and what 's the use when 
von can tell met Please hurry — I'm dying 
to know," pleaded Katlierine. 

"Well, .stupid or not," lie answered, "I 
think Allen is engaged now and f rather 
• -t Barbara is the girl !" 

"Oh, Iiawrence, wouldn't that be simply 
great? Let 's fix it!" exclaimed his wife, en- 
thusiastic at once. 

"Let 's keep our tinkers out of it," he re- 
turned. "The two people most vitally con- 
cerned can generally 'tix things' far better 
without any extraneous aids. If you dont 
believe me, come hen-." 

He drew her toward the window. Before 
them the whole of Boss Valley spread itself 
in it.» own wotnlr his beauty. Ked Hill rose 
directly in front of them. San Anselmo sta- 
tion was just far enough away to obliterate 
the ugliness of the little red shanty that 
-eiMil as a ticket otlice, and beyond on the 
far horizon were the bay and harbor of 
Sausalito. It was the immediate foreground, 
however, that interested the Farrishs. 

Two horses came slowly up the drive. 
They were evidently following their own 
fancies as to direction and speed. Their 
riders' thoughts were apparently not on 
their bridles. The face of the man was dark 
and gloomy, quite in contrast with the light- 
headedness of the irirl lieside him. 



"I'm not much of a Mot H 1 could tell 
you in one guess what they're talking 
about," laughed Jim. 

"The weather, I suppose," suggested his 

"Well, it il. e- n't look like a particularly 
bright day for poor Somen, does it?" he 
a-keil "Perhaps Itarbara has turned him 
down after all. 1 almost with that crowd 
wasn't coming OTW tonight since it's his 
la»t day here. I'm sun- he'd rather have 
Barbara alone than with that gossipy I 
Thayer around. How did you ever BBpfMH 
to ask her. anyhow 

"Well," answered Katlierine, slowly. "I\. 
always thought that Marie and Allen had 
had some trouble and that if they were to- 
gether again for a while" — she stopped. 
"I'm sorry now, but how could I tell that 
things were going to turn out this way?" 
she Mkadj helplessly. 

"You couldn't, but it's another lesson in 
letting people do their own loving and hal- 

langfcad Lawn 

Allen and Barbara were just returning 
from their favorite ride the winding, tor- 
tuous road to the Summit. F.\cr since that 
first ride, now almost a month ago. the 
mit had been the objective point toward 
which they had oftenest turned their horses' 
heads. 

The four weeks of Somers' wsit were 
nearly gone. It had taken him but one to 
make several important discoveries. He 
found in that short space of time that he 
really liked queer little mouths with short 
n]>l i-r lips and that dark brown eyes could 
be most attractive even if the nose below 
them iras humpy. And it was this same 
outlandish, irregular nose which recalled the 
girl of his dreams. And lo! one day she 
and Barbara were the same. 

The face of the girl in the little frame in 
his trunk became in those days more of a 
memory than anything else, though one 
which was apt to haunt him st just the 
wrong moment. 

That very day she had intruded herself 
upon Somen in a most inopportune fash- 
ion. He and Barbara had reached the 
mit and were resting before starting home- 
ward. 

"This has been a great month over I 
-aid Soniers, stretched out on the gra>- 
hate to leave it all — and vmi." 



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"That is what I might call a graceful 
speech," laughed Barbara. "It carried with 
it almost the note of conviction, too," she 
added lightly. 

Somers glanced up at her. Occasionally 
there was a dash of coquetry about her, 
which Somers had never been able to associ- 
ate with Irs idea of her. 

She was just then leaning against a big 
redwood — her face turned half away from 
him, her eyes following the line of the bay 
miles below them. 

"I meant it to carry that. Miss Barton," 
Somers said, seriously. "Barbara," he 
added, impulsively, "I mean more than 
that — I want — " He stopped abruptly. The 
girl of the little frame, forgotten for the 
moment, had suddenly reasserted herself. 

To Barbara the sudden pause meant noth- 
ing more than a not altogether unnatural 
hesitation, born perhaps of some slight doubt 
as to the result of his declaration. Over 
and over again, she had pictured just such a 
situation. Her woman's intuition had told 
her that Somers cared for her — it was a 
woman's whim to defer the moment of ca- 
pitulation. 

She broke the pregnant silence which fol- 
lowed Somers' last words, with a care-little 
laugh. 

"Come, it 's time to be moving, if you ex- 
pect to see me at dinner at 7 o'clock. As it, 
is, I'll have barely time to dress." 

"Wait just a moment, please," urged 
Allen, putting out a detaining hand and 
keeping one of Barbara's in his own. "There 
are two things I must say to you — one I 
have no right to, but it 's the greatest thing 
in the world, the only thing worth living for. 
You know that I love you, Barbara, do you 
not, dear? But no, dont answer me, for I 
have no right to ask — because — because I 
am engaged to another girl ! Oh, dont think 
I blame you," as Barbara gently drew away 
her hand- "You must think what you will 
of me — that I am a cad, a brute. I deserve 
it all." 

The gill felt a passionate, hysterical desire 
to laugh aloud. The curtain had been rung 
down on the farce at last — the farce that 
had lasted thirty days. Its prologue had 
had for its setting the tea-room of the St. 
Francis. The climax had been reached. Why 
should she be dissatisfied because the plot 
had not followed the promise of the pro- 



logue and the leading man had become en- 
gaged to the wrong girl ! 

Somers's love phrases were still echoing 
somewhere in her brain, but brought with 
them no resonance of truth, and to them 
she gave little heed and no credence. She 
could see but one graceful exit for them 
both, and that depended entirely upon her. 

"Your two statements are paradoxical," 
she answered, taking up the thread of con- 
versation where it had been dropped. "One 
is a fact — the other a creation of a too lively 
imagination coupled with th's very romantic 
surroundings. Now tell me about the girl — 
is she pretty?" 

"How like a woman !" said Somers. "Yes, 
I suppose you 'd say she was pretty," he 
added, thinking of the picture Marie Thayer 
had sent him and forgetting at the same time 
the very unequivocal opinion she had given 
him as to his fiancee's beauty. 

"I should have known better than to have 
asked such a question," returned Barbara. 
"As though she could be anything else but 
beautiful. Is she dark or fair — ^is she tall 
or—" 

"Oh, if you really want to talk about her, 
I'll tell you as much as I can," said Somers, 
wearily. "She is — let me see — she 's fair, 
blue eyes, I think — light curly hair — good 
skin, I believe," he said, almost to himself, 
in a hesitating sort of way that gave to 
Barbara the impression that he was hunting 
around in his memory for a recollection. 

"She holds her head very straight and 
very- high," he went on, "so high that it 
does n't seem possible that she '11 ever bend 
it to any one and — " 

"Oh, I know a girl just like that. You 
could n't have drawn a better picture of her. 
Perhaps she 's the same girl," interposed 
Barbara suddenly. "Is she in California?" 

"Yes, I believe so," answered Somers, ab- 
sently. "Oh, yes, yes, of course she is," he 
hastened to add, realizing how his uncer- 
tainty must strike Barbara. 

She herself was possessed with such a 
new and paralyzing thought that the strange- 
ness in Allen's vo ce and speech was almosr 
lost upon her. What if this fiancee of his 
was after all Frances Darwood, the recip- 
ient of her gushing confidence in the St. 
Francis ! Allen's description of the girl was 
a vivid picture of Frances. She MUST 
know the worst and at once. 



THE ENGAGEMENT OF ALLEN SOMERS. 






"My girl's name- the om WJ like TOBTS 
is Frances Darwood. Is she to be the future 
Mrs. Somers?" she asked as they turned into 
the Barton place. There was a very painful 
moment of absolute quiet — a fiercely tense 
moment of doubt on one side — of consterna- 
tion and vacillation on the other. His 
silence. prolonged as it was, struck Barbara 
as a rebuke. He had probably not wanted 
i' her the girl's name, and she hastened 
to apologize. 

"Oh, Barbara, please — please dont ever 
apologize to me for anything. Why should 
you? It's your right to know everything 
and if it were possible you should. But." he 
paused a second, and as she jumped out of 
the saddle and turned to leave him, "indeed, 
dear, I can 't tell you — because, you see, I 
dont know who she is mysel: 

Up in her room that evening, after her 
abrupt disraiasa] of Allen. Barbara had to 
face one or two unwelcome troths, It 
-eless to attempt any further deception 
with herself. She acknowledged frankly 
Ja<lly that she loved Allen, denying 
nothing in spite of its hopelessness. But he 
had said that he loved her! That was the 
.reat truth which knocked insistently 
upon the silence of her heart. And he had 
meant it, too! Of that she was sure. With 
the intoxication of that thought, however, 
came the sobering one that he was bound to 
another. Not even to accomplish her own 
happiness would she have had him break that 
bond I afterward with a 

glad throb of thanksgiving that he had held 
his faith. The measure of his honor was 
the measure of her 

The d'nner that - raid be nothing 

but an ordeal, and Barbara knew it. 
of the party had arrived liefore her. A 
quick glance told her that Somers wi 
in the room, and it was not until they wen* 
quite at the table that she found hint He 
-ite and was sitting next to I girl 
whom Barbara had never seen. She was 
carrying on with Somers. what seemed to 
her lo be a Sprightly flirtation, thongh Bar 
hara had to acknowledge that the rcc'picnt 
of her attentions appeared desperately 
bored. Once OV twice she fe upon 

her and then, woman-like, she became in- 
stantly devotedly interested in the man at 
her right 

The dinner was almost over when Bar- 



bara realized that the woman next to Mr 
rs was staring her out of countenance. 

-How ill brad," thongs* Barbara to her- 
-elf. "I wonder who she is!" Tin 
quietly turned toward Some 

"Why did n't you tell me she was beret 
And why did Mrs. Farr'sh condemn you to 
separation all through dinner T" she added, 
in a bantering tone. 

Recollections of the Summit were upper 
moat in Somers's mind just then, and it was 
a hag way down to the plane of his part- 
ner's thoughts. 

"W s here!" he asked, abruptly. H 
that Barbara, even across the table heard 
him. She heard also the balf-whspered 
reply. 

"Your lianc-e! The girl of the St. Fran- 
i-rooni !" 

"Here!" be exclaimed in a tense, harsh 

mistook the inflection. "Oh. 
you need n't try to deny it to me. You see 
I'm one of the elect. I heard the news from 
her own lips." and she smiled across the 
table at Barbara. Following her dance. 
Somers met the girl's eyes. There w:i- in 
them an expression of surrender, appeal, 
humiliation, all in one. 

"She evidently does not want to announce 
it tonight, does she?" lautrhed Miss Thayer. 
"Well, her secret is safe with me. But I 
want to know her, Allen: what is her 
name ?" 

A of repulsion, stronger than 

the woman at his side possessed 
him. He knew at last who the girl l 
whom he was l wondered in a 

\ what had led her to 
make such an announcement. He could not 
understand that. N'ot that he really cared. 

.lined that sbs bai 
bless her. The mportant thing just then 
was to stop the gossip beside him who bad 
unfortunately overheard the same 

■ ion. And yet without her he might 
never have come into the possession of his 
own. 

There seemed but one way out of the awk- 
ward situation, but would Barbara a 
One glance at the girl's suffering face de- 
cided him. Mrs. Farrish was pushing back 
her liar and as Somers rose, lie said, just 
loudly enough for Barbara to catch the 
words, "Certainly. Marie. 1 want you to meet 



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Miss Barton. And there 's really no neces- 
sity to keep the secret any longer. We 
were going to ask Katherine to announce it 
tonight, so you can be the first to congratu- 
late me,'' and he looked toward Barbara with 
the happy light of possession already in his 



eyes, yet with a note of pleading in his 
voice. 

Barbara answered with a smile, and with 
a sweet content in her heart and an uncon- 
scious pride in the uplifted head, passed out 
of the room ahead of Marie Thaver. 




History, Fiction and the 
Point of View 



By Porta Gamett 




ttJ™™S3'B lll: barber who has the flr»t 
Rft^H^^n «'hair in the shop is not al- 
l-A. HJfe I " :1N> tne be 8 * workman. As 
r rmrW^M ' a "tatter of fact, he is often 
the poovtat. Anyone taking 
far granted that the boss 
orial artist." who presides over the first 
chair, must be better than tin- artists far- 
ther down the line, is likely to learn his error 
at the expense of his cuticle. The boss is 
simply possessed of more business ability 
than his employes, although, in point of 
■ay with shears and razor, they may 
be his masters. It is the same way in other 
arts — other than tonsorial — in literature, for 
example. The persons sitting in high places 
are seldom the greatest artists. Ik-re in the 

we have am pies of this very 

thing, -lack [<ondon is one of these and 
(iertrude Atherton is another. Both are able 
and famous, hut neither is an artist it' meas- 
ured by si In the case of 

\therton it is only necessary to turn to 
her last hook. Ustinov (The Authors and 

•pen A s soe is tfon), to prove the truth 
of this statement. 

There are at least two ways of looking at. 
of judging;, every booh that is written; these 
are, with an eye for the interest evoked or 
far the artistry displayed. As I have urged 
variously and often in these essays, the first 
attitude is the attitude of the majority; it 
is the attitude of the public mind and of the 
child mind, which are. in truth, one and the 
same thin'.'. Hut some books present more 
than these two primary aspects; they are 
eomplex both ■ Mm matter and man- 

mbataDM and art; they may have 
psychological connotations, snpertieiil or 
profound; they may l>e interpretive of eon- 
taioMMan; or they may be historiral. Of 
based upon a foundation of history. Some 
books, therefore, deficient in interest and 



worthless as literature, may claim a certain 
importance arising from some one of the 
other qualities enumerated above. It ia 
with a group of books with historical con- 
notations that I am at present coni 
and Betanov is one of these. 

Any hook that Mi--. Atherton writes is of 
importance, not only because she is one of 
the representative writers of the West and 
of America, but because she chooses well her 
subjects, because she presents them with 
force and skill, because she is not governed 
by fashion in literature, because, whate\er 
may be said of her books, it must be admitted 
that they are always pregnant and informing. 

The most noteworthy thing about Mr-. 
Atherton's novels is a quality which I can 
e xpr ess "iily by the word grasp. Not only 
has she her subject well in hand, but aha 
brings to it a wealth of worldly acumen, 
which, combined with a certain thoroughness, 
enables her to express herself with mat 
The hand of the trained writer is at all 
times apparent — the "grasp" of a mind 
schooled in life, one that has studied men and 
women in their inter-relations rather than in 
their subjective consciousness. It is this 
faculty which enables her to give a certain 
contour to the personality of Rexanow in his 
character as a diplomatist. (Mrs. Atherton 
has the bad taste to prefer the word diplo- 
mat — if word it be. I hope no one will 
"refer" me to the dictionary for this com- 
ment. Dictionaries are an invention of the 
devil for the use of fools.) 

I know of no one more free from affecta- 
tion in writing than Mrs. Atherton. She 
writes apparently with great ease. Many 
passages give the impression of having flown 
from her pen. There is never a suggestion 
of labor. She is not one of those Western 
writers whom I have characterized as pos- 
sessed of facility without felicitv. She is 



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always facile and usually felicitous, with, 
now ami then, a brilliantly turned phrase. 
To speak of her as a stylist is, however. 
absurd. And yet. in the back of her last 
book, there are a number of flattering no- 
tices of Mrs. Atherton's novels from the 
press of Great Britain — where, if we are to 
believe John Churtcn Collins, log-rolling is 
as rampant as it is in this country — and 
among them one from the Manchester Guar- 
dian, which says: "Her style has rare and 
notable virtues — a fine vocabulary, rhythm, 
movement, directness." This statement is 
only true in part. M rs - Atherton has an 
excellent vocabulary (including promusch- 
leniki), but rhythm she has not, and move- 
ment and directness are not distinguishing- 
features of her literary manner. One finds 
her frequently verbose, but she seems always 
to be spontaneous. It is this facility that 
has betrayed the author of a. dozen success- 
ful novels into turning out in Rezanov, what, 
taken as a whole, must be considered a 
piece of slip-shod work. She .mastered her 
material as far as the study of sources was 
concerned, and then manufactured a story 
with the ease and skill that is hers. The re- 
sult is a good book gone wrong — a master- 
piece manque. Anyone with literary dis- 
cernment and a blue pencil could improve 
Rezanov twenty-five i er cent in two hours. 

There have been many essays to make use 
of historical material in the fiction of the 
West, but, for the most part, by authors 
who have brought no distinction to these at- 
tempts. The wealth of lore that exists in 
the archives is inexhaustible. The richness 
of the material in the Bancroft Library alone 
is enormous. Just how much historical and 
literary treasure there is in this great collec- 
tion — now owned by the University of Cali- 
fornia, by which institution it was pur- 
chased some years ago at what those who 
know considered a bargain figure of $260,- 
000 — no one can tell because its contents 
have not teen thoroughly canvassed. 

There has been of late a revival of the 
study of Western history as a basis for 
story and novel — serious and conscientious 
study from primary sources, and, uo doubt, 
important work will in time result. It is a 
fact, however, that the West has not as yet 
produced an historian who even approaches 
the first rank. The only work in history thus 
far. produced in the West is the great work 



of Bancroft, which is, at best, poor history 
by a poor historian. It stands, however, as 
an effort to do real historical work from pri- 
mary Sources, and is far more important as 
having caused the asseml ling of the Ban- 
croft Library than as an historical work. 

Bancroft was notorious as an historian 
but celebrated as a collector. His library, 
consisting largely of Spanish manuscripts, 
has I een known in Europe for the past forty 
years as one of the greatest collections of 
documents bearing upon a mere or less cir- 
cumscribed subject (the civilization of the 
West) in existence. Indeed it is not too 
much to say that some foreign scholars have 
thought of San Francisco only as the city 
that housed the Bancroft Library. But in 
the very quarters where Bancroft was famed 
as a collector, and by the very men who 
wrute with scholarly enthusiasm of his great 
collection, he was ignored as an historian 
and his voluminous work dismissed as an in- 
ferior production. 

Mrs. Atherton in a list of authorities 
acknowledges her indebtedness to Bancroft's 
Histories of California and Alaska. She 
has made use of secondary sources while pri- 
mary sources were ready to her hand in the 
Bancroft Library. But perhaps she did not 
regard the writing of Rezanov as important 
enough to include rummaging among musty 
manuscripts in its preparation. It is among 
the books and musty manuscripts of the Ban- 
croft collection, however, that the material 
for many works of history and historical 
fiction will be found. 

Among the writers who have undertaken 
to base fiction upon the facts of Western 
history, Mrs. Atherton commands the most 
attention. Her position as an author of in- 
ternational fame, her ability, and the trend 
of her ideals give encouragement to the hope 
that her labors will result in works inter- 
pretive of Western civilization that will 
have permanent value. She must remember 
that the writing of history is the most seri- 
ous, the most responsible work that an author 
can undertake. Up to a certain point she 
is evidently conscientious and painstaking in 
the gathering and preparation of her ma- 
terial, and it is the more a pity tha"t she is 
not over-conscientious or painstaking in its 
presentation. It seems a pity to find her 
primed with data and information — of a sec- 
ondary character, but gathered at the cost of 



HI8T0RY, FICTION, AND THK POINT OF VIEW. 






great labor and much reading — which she 
weaves skillfully into a story that gives the 
impression of having been written currtnte 
ealamo. There is just that much art in it 
author could put into it without effort 
The story, as I have said, is patently the 
work of a trained writer. It s e em s as it it 
were turned out by a marvelous machine. 
n no sense inspired, but, now and then, 
the author seems to be hi vein, to have had 
a good day as it were, and the faithful ma- 
chine turns out a better article. 

Atherion. albeit a trained writer, is 
not a literary artist. She lacks del. 
sensitiveness and taste as those qualities ap- 
ply to literary structure and expression — it 
is needless to >ay that without them style 
cannot exist. She. has psychological subtlety, 
but not artistic -uhtlely. She uses words 
skilfully, but not artfully. Her literary 
manner is trend, hut it displays neither 
finesse nor finish. 

All of which does not mean that there is 
Ml much to admire and much to enjoy in 
nov. The adroitness with which the ele- 
ments of history and description are handled, 
giving as they do a savor of old 
Francisco, subtly suggested, must charm 
everyone, and delight those Who knew the 
city in its maturity. But it should be borne 
in mind that this story of Gertrude Ather- 
ton's does not depend for its appeal upon an 
interest in its theme and setting. It will be 
read b\ N'-w Yorker and Londoner with al- 
as much interest as by (alifornians, 
which is mi re than can be said for moat of 
the novels that come out of the West. This 
•ause there is mastery in Rezanov even 
if it be lacking in the refinements of art. 

Hut with the good qualities of this story 
fully in view, one cannot but feel that a 
woman of Mrs. Atherton'a ability, a woman 
who i an write the historical novel of Cali- 
fornia, as perhaps no other among our 
• m writers could, should squander her 
rail and her skill upon a story so largely 
trivial as this. From the point of view of 
history it is robbed of what value it may 
have by the intrusion of the trivial and fan- 
tastic; from the point of view of literature 
it is too artless, it has too much the character 
of fugitive writing, to be regarded seriously; 
it remains an interesting, human narrative. 
and interesting human narratives are a dn\g 
on the market. 



When Mr-. Atherton had sketched out her 
-t.iry from her notes, and began the actual 
writing ot I why did she not ■■ 

with the determination to make it wort: 

-ne had been at to collect her ma- 
terial f Why did she not build for the fu- 
ture either a contribution to history in 
lietion form or a contribution to literature; 
a book, in short, that years hence would be 
taken seriously as history, as literature or 
as bothf 

In a spirited communication recently ad- 
dresser to the London Times, Mrs. Atherton 
contended that, for the sake of accuracy, 
authors should visit the [daces they describe. 
She took a trip to Sitka. Alaska, at a con- 
siderable expense, in order that a tew, a very 
few, allusions to the place and its surround 
ings in RftMMOS should bear the stamp of 
accuracy. That sort of authorial conscience 
(a different thing from literary conscience) 
ubtless, highly commendable, but ac- 
curacy has notning whatever to do with liter- 
ature as such. Lafcadio Hearn wrote what 
is acknowledged to be the best account of 
the ascent of Fujiyama, although he never 
climbed the sacred mountain, and instances 
of this kind could be multiplied indefinitely, 
heless we will admit that Mrs. At her 
ton's authorial conscience is praiseworthy, 
but how nullified when it finds expression not 
in an iuq ortant Western novel, but in a 
crude story. 

I cannot refrain from calling attention to 
the incredible sophistication of one of her 
characters, a lad of fifteen, Santiago Ar- 
giiell ;>. the son of Jose Mario de Argiiello, 
subsequent to the period of the story. 
becalm alifornia. We are 

to the precociousness of the 
S| anish, but when Senorita Santiago holds 
forth in the following manner one is con- 
scious of a severe wrench at the verities. I 
disconnectedly from a long speech 
which begins on page 86 : 

You aspire very high for a little girl of the 
wilderness, without fortune, and only half a 
coat of arms, so to speak. . . . Shelikov '• 
schemes were but sketches beside Rezanov '», 
who from im.roly a courtier und a gty blood 
about town developed into a great man of 
1 usiness. . . . Nobody has ever been so 
clever at managing those old beasts of auto- 
crats as he. They think him merely the ac- 
complished courtier, a brilliant dillettante, a 
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devotee of pleasure, and all the time he is 
pulling their befuddled old intellects about 
to suit himself. 

And here is an example of Mrs. Atherton's 
sentence structure, which I respectfully sub- 
mit to the Manchester Guardian: 

All his inherited and cultivated instincts 
yearned for the brilliant and complex civiliza- 
tions of Europe, but the new world had taken 
a firm hold upon his humaner and appealed 
more insidiously to his despotic. 

I should like to know how Mrs. Atherton 
reconciles her consuming desire for accuracy 
with her description of the decorations on a 
Japanese barge of state. Therein (on page 
86) she speaks of "canvas painted by the 
masters of the country" and of "a magnifi- 
cent carpet woven with alarming dragons." 
According to her own argument, Mrs. Ather- 
ton should have made a special trip to Japan 
before writing the paragraph from which 
these quotations are made. 

Finally, what does she mean by the 
"supine" arms of her heroine when she de- 
scribes her as dancing? 

One of the illustrations of Rezanov is 
ordinary. The other three are monstrously 
bad. 

The work of Professor Edmond S. Meany, 
of the University of Washington, in his 
Vancouver's Discovery of Puget Sound is a 
serious attempt at historical writing if not a 
particularly important one. In point of 
quality it is more like what one might ex- 
pect from a student in essay or thesis than 
from a professing historian. As a stu- 
dent's essay or thesis it might be considered 
good as far as it goes, which is not very far, 
for, in a book of three hundred and forty 
pages, the author's work is limited to sixty, 
the rest of the volume "by Edmond S. 
Meany" being simply a transcript from Van- 
couver's Journal. 

The concern of this department is what 
the West is producing in literature; it is 
as a literary product, therefore, that I must 
consider Professor Meany's work. 

I once heard an eminent historian say that 
an historian has no business with a style; 
his functions are to state facts and to inter- 
pret them; if he should chance to write any- 
thing that he particularly likes for its liter- 
ary quality, he should suppress it rather than 
let it give an unwelcome grace to his work. 



I do -not agree in the least with this ex- 
treme view, which is abundantly refuted by 
example, nor do I suspect Professor Meany 
of upholding the same code. He certainly 
cannot be accused of writing well and I do 
not believe that he writes badly by design. 
But he does not even arrange his subject 
well. His facts are presented in a very 
rickety sequence. Professor Meany has 
done considerable newspaper work, which 
may account for the lack that one feels in 
his work of both dignity and authority. He 
deserves credit for the research that he car- 
ried on in preparing for his sixty pages of 
original text, but for the writing of them 
he deserves no credit whatever — and, I am 
quite ready to add, no blame. It seems like- 
ly, however, that when facts are sought re- 
garding Vancouver's discovery of Puget 
Sound the unabridged edition of Vancouver's 
Journal will be more valuable than Pro- 
fessor Meany's condensed version. Readers 
will recognize the tone and type of the 
author's work in the following excerpts : 

Nootka, wild, romantic Nootka, deserted 
and neglected by white men for more than a 
century though once the most frequented har- 
bor on the Pacific Coast of America, what a 
lure is this Nootka to one who has searched 
for truths among the rare and scattered rec 
ords! With a heart filled with enthusiasm 
the present writer visited the famous little 
harbor of Friendly Cove in the Summer of 
1903. Being secretary, he undertook on the 
vv ashington University State Historical So- 
ciety to erect a monument of granite to mark 
the place where Vancouver and Quadra met 
in August, 1792. The cost of the monument 
was borne for the society by the pioneer, 
Orion O. Denny, the first white boy born in 
Seattle. 

In the Summer of 1905 the present writer 
made the journey on foot from Gray's Har- 
bor to Neah Bay. It may be imagined what 
thoughts filled his mind as he visited the 
scenes of these tragedies of the long ago. 

Another book, which purports — and is ad- 
vertised — to have historical interest and 
value clothed in the winsome garb of fiction 
is The Iron Way, by Sarah Pratt Carr (A. C. 
McClurg & Co.). Its contribution to history 
consists of a detached account of the build- 
ing of the Central Pacific Railroad. Stan- 
ford, Crocker, Huntington and Hopkins, "the 
big four," appear in propia persona, each 
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virtues. Tht* historical value of The Iron 
W'aii is rather discounted by these partizan 
A- a contribution to literature it 
■imply adds one more to the list of frontier 
stories which have become a type of the re- 
cent fiction of the West. Here are the same 
••\| affiant*, the same properties, the same 
dialect, the same human interest, the same 
litlHtJOM ii|ion which depend the honor 
of the heroine, or the life of the hem. or 
both. 

In this brand of latino there is always 
a chapter somewhere about pay -00 devoted 
to a thrilling deseripiion of HON sort of a 
peril. .ii- rule c. t. Whispering Smith, The 
I'hm Woman, it ill genus omne. In The Iron 
Wmi I his part of the formula is filled with a 
oooeh race, which is won by Uncle 
Hilly, the "faithful friend" in the cast of 
characters. Do y ■!! raeognaa the typeT If 
not the following quotation will assist you: 

Alfred said no more, and I'ncle Billy 
warmed to him aa he saw the clear-cut jaw set 
and a steely light ereep into the dark violet 

"He 'i game!" I'ncle Billy whispered to 
himself. 

Anyone who writes like that "has got 
Henry .lames." to quote Gelett Burgess, 
"li eked into the coal-bin. telephoning for 
information." 

The Iron Way ends with the usual triumph 
of virtue and two happy marriages — two be- 
in;.' the minimum allowed by formula. Hut 
Mrs. Carr has at least one distinction, and 
The Iron Wag differs from all other We-l 
eni and human interest novels in that there 
is not a "uray ln<e" from one end of the 
book to the other. 

I do not think that the future historian of 
the civilization of the West, when seeking the 
light regarding that great achievement of 
railroading, the building of the Central Pa 
eific. will go to The Iron Wmi for infonnii 
tion. From the point of view of history, 
Mrs. Carr's story is futile, from the point 
of view of literature it is sterile, from the 
point of view of popular interest it is an 
achievement. It jumped into a second edition 
almost immediately and is ruiinini: throii'jh 
others rapidly. The fact that it is blatantly 
melodramatic and little removed from the 

ordinary dime BOTfjl m unts in a large de- 

• pularity. 

Toward the end of the storv the author ex- 



hibits a strain of humor in the eharai ' 
a nou telle riche, the drawing of which is 
ipiite the best thing in the book. It must 
not be supposed, ho«e\;-r. that humor is 
Mrs. Carr's forte. An after-dinner speech, 
which she has dragged into the story with a 
profession of its cleverness, is so hopelessly 
banal that any man guilty of such an indis- 
cretion in the company of his fellows would 
l>e hardly dealt with. At the time of which 
the author ot I),, Iron Wag writes. I atroog 
ly suspect that he would have been lynched. 

Ask any culliirine in Southern California 
if George Wharton James is a literary man, 
or ask the reverend professor himself and 
you will receive a reply in the affirmative 
mingled with shocked surprise. I have heard 
him called many other things, which I hope, 
for his sake, he deserves as little as he does 
the label "literary man." 

America is not a place of fine distinctions 
in the arts. Here everyone that draws is 
nn artist (including the cowboy who made 
■ nspicuously poor illustration of the 
Reverend Professor James's book which is 
now before me on the table, but, I am happy 
to say, behind me as a literary experience) : 
everyone that plays an instrument is a must 
cian; and everyone that writes is a "literary 
man." or, better yet, a literature. They do 
these things rather better abroad. In 
many, for instance, the true musician and 
the mere performer are differentiated. In 
France the terms literateur, homme de Uttres. 
artiste peintrf. or maitre, are used very dis- 
creetly. In certain trades, however, distinc- 
tions are carefully maintained in this conn 
try. Thus we have carpenters' apprentices, 
journeymen carpenters, joiners, stairbuild- 
ei>. millwrights and cabinet-makers. Then- 
is little danger of confusing these classes. 
for the members of one class cannot do the 
work of the classes above them. The same 
thing is true in literature and the other arts, 
but the public, which ran tell the difference 
between a jewel-box and a cow-shed, 
the arts, unable to distinguish between the 
work of an apprentice and that of a master 
■Mian. And thus it is that we find the 
Reverend Professor George Wharton James 
classed as a literary man. which is about the 
same thing as callin-.' the builder of a aow- 
shed a cabinet -maker or Will Carlton a poet. 

Anyone reading the two volumes of The 



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Wonders of the Colorado Desert, by George 
Wharton James (Little, Brown & Co.), for 
the information it contains will glean a great 
deal, much of which is interesting. The au- 
thor has not made the desert less wonderful 
than it really is, but has treated the subject 
in extenso, devoting separate chapters to the 
manifold and multiform phases of desert 
life, with excursions into many departments 
of science. Anyone reading these volumes 
with a view to appraising their literary 
worth will come away from the rather for- 
midable task, as I have come away from it, 
unrewarded. On page fifty-four of Volume 
I there is a paragraph, descriptive, of the 
Colorado River, that is marked, or rather 
touched, by some literary grace, but as it is 
the only passage so touched in five hundred 
and thirty-five pages, it must be set down 
as an accident. There are abundant attempts 
on the author's part to produce high-toned 
literature, but these are invariably marked 
(not merely touched) by inaptitude. Noth- 
ing shows the lack of literary quality in the 
writing of the Reverend Professor James so 
clearly as the contrast between it and the 
numerous quotations he makes from that 
graceful writer, Clarence King. 

But the most striking thing about these 
two volumes is the persistence with which 
the personality of the author is obtruded 
throughout the whole. The most conspicu- 
ous thing in the Colorado Desert is George 
Wharton James. The Wonders of George 
Wharton James would be a better title for 
the work. Now such persistent intrusion of 
a writer's personality in a work on natural 
science annoys, at first, then irritates, then 
disgusts. The reverend professor is etern- 
ally telling his readers about his physical 
strength, his fortitude, and his emotions. He 
appears to be a sort of a stuffed and 
prosey Walt Whitman. I can offer my read- 
ers no greater delectation than that which 
lies implicit in the following excerpts. 



selected to show some of the literary and 
spiritual vagaries of our author. Those who 
have sensed the significance of Chesterton's 
magnificent phrase : "But speaking in the in- 
terest of the public," will catch the humor of 
these quotations. Others I am afraid will 
not : 

With me there is such a sense of the pres- 
ence of God in the desert that I always feel 
the farther I go, the farther I get from the 
influence of men and the nearer I get to God. 

The wife of one of Chicago's distinguished 
clergymen so fully appreciates the beauty of 
the diamond rattlesnake (Crotalus ruber, 
Cope) that she is able to cast aside all femi- 
nine antipathy to the reptile and use its 
beautiful skin as an adornment for insertion 
in a dress waist. 

I never look upon the mountains without 
recalling the story of the sentinel angel with 
the flaming sword placed at the Garden of 
Eden after the expulsion of man and woman 
for their disobedience. . . . Oh! blessed 
mountains of allurement, of suggestion, of 
provocation to the higher life, well worthy 
are you of the honored position you occupy — 
to stand at the gateway of the Garden of God. 

I can compare the noises he (the desert 
tortoise) makes to nothing more exact than 
the inarticulate "guggling" of a young 
baby when content with full feeding. 

Note in the above the exact use of exact. 
Elsewhere Mr. James speaks of a "beauty 
capable of full comprehension only by those 
souls, etc." He also speaks of what the 
road-runner "does do." He has "lady 
friends" and speaks of "a moment or two" 
without explaining how long a period "two" 
moments are, but he is most naif when he 
says: 

I think much of the burro and his intelli- 
gence. I gladly claim kinship with him, 
though that means that I write myself down 
an ass. 

It is all in the point of view. 



D 




A 



Idle Days of the New York Stage 

A Glance Backward and Forward 
By William Winter 




till; continuance of cold 
weather into the month of 
June slightly prolonged the 
I dramatic season in New York, 
but nothing new or momen- 
tous was attempted in the 
sequel, and therefore the dramatic record is 
comparatively barren. In August the New 
York stage is practically a blank, for the 
- are at rest, the managers are silently 
scheming and the only entertainment con- 
■ f such music and frolic as are provided 
in roof gardens. A pleasing incident of the 
early Summer was the re-entrance of Miss 
Julia Marlowe and Mr. E. EL Sothern, who, 
having given a brief engagement in London 
(it began at the Waldorf Theatre on April L'_' 
and ended on Mny 31), reappeared here, on 
June 10, at the Academy of Music, and with 
a few performances of "Romeo and Juliet.'" 
let" an.l Twelfth Night," ended their 
season as performers in a professional part- 
nership. Hereafter each of those favorite 
players, now enrolled among the leaders of 
our stage, will pursue a separate path. Tune 
is continually making changes in the aspect of 
the stage and in the rank and the relative 
positions of its votaries. As the great lights 
are extinguished the little ones grow brighter. 
Edwin Booth and Henry Irving, Joseph Jef- 
ferson and John liawrence Toole, Lester Wal- 



lack and John Gilbert are only memories 
now. Helene Modjeska has said farewell. 
Ada Rehan, although she has not formally 
retired, is not likely to act again. The new 
dramatic year will open with only a few 
really important actors on the scene. Rich- 
ard Mansfield is ill in England, and he wisely 
purposes to take a long rest. Conspicuous 
figures, next season, will be Ellen Terry, Mrs. 
Fiske, Julia Marlowe. Viola Allen, Blanche 
Bates, Margaret Anglin. Maude Adams, Hen- 
rietta GramM, Eleanor Robson, Grace 
Klsie Leslie, Robert G. Mantell. 
David Wartield, E. II. Sothern. Otis Skinner, 
Frank Worthing and W. 11. < nine. Miss 
Terry has promised to make another Amer- 
ican tour, and visits may be expected from 
George Alexander. II. Beerbohm Tree and 
Signor Ermete Novelli. The fadish actors of 
the English stage Willard, John 

Hare, Edward Terry and Charles Wynd- 
ham — are not likely to come. Ibsenism and 
other fads will be exemplified by Alice N'all- 
mova and Bertha Kallich. 

The fad industry bids fair to flourish; 
partly because of a considerable public crav- 
ing for licentious novelty (a craving possibly 
due to lively appreciation of what the florid 
Amelie Rives has recently designated as "the 
sacred weaning of primitive instincts"), and 
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be provided with "attractions" that the sup- 
ply of actual plays may not prove adequate 
to the instant need. The fad, however, it is 
pleasant to observe, does not always meet 
with favor. Toward the end of the season 
one attempt in that field, and one that was 
expressively illustrative of the condescension 
of foreign performers toward the American 
stage and public, met with instant disaster. 
An actress unknown here, a certain Mme. 
Oda, purporting to have come from Den- 
mark, was suddenly brought into the lime- 
light of publicity by means of various ornate 
circular letters, printed in colors and gar- 
nished with heraldic emblems. Those flam- 
boyant documents, produced in rapid succes- 
sion and dispatched from the abode of a 
mysterious agent, who styled himself a 
"baron," were profusely showered upon rep- 
resentatives of the metropolitan press and 
likewise upon the homes of wealth. Garish in 
aspect and grandiloquent in language, those 
paper pellets proclaimed that Mme. Oda, 
"royal prima donna of the Royal Theatre. 
Copenhagen," had actually been permitted to 
visit America "under special leave of ab- 
sence granted by His Majesty the King," 
and that she would bestow upon the Amer- 
ican community the inestimable blessing of 
"a correct idea of the true Ibsen drama, as it 
is being performed at the Royal Theatre, 
which is the leading authority in the matter." 
The New York audience, as it happened, was 
at that time slowly recovering from the 
dreary blight of nonsense and dullness that 
had been diffused by Richard Mansfield's 
presentment of "Peer Gynt" — an Ibsen 
nightmare that nearly cost that actor his 
life; and no serious attention was bestowed 
upon either the "royal prima donna" or her 
baronial stationery; but that performer's 
attitude, combined with her lurid mani- 
festoes, afforded an instructive "object les- 
son" as to the condescending foreign patron- 
age that provincialism invites and that mis- 
taken patience has far too long allowed. 
The capital city of America, according to 
Mme. Oda, whose words were freely used 
in her circulars, has seen no acting and 
therefore languishes in ignorance. "Most of 
the acting you see on the boards" (so said 
the unknown Danish performer, addressing 
our public) "is hardly above the mediocre; 
most of your shows strike me as marionette 
performances." That deplorable condition 



of our stage Mine. Oda purposed to rectify. 
"0, yes!" she exclaimed, "I expect big suc- 
cess. I have a letter from Mr. William 
Archer, who wants to see the performance." 
Armed with that mystic talisman — from the 
learned English pundit who, not very long 
ago, discovered and announced that Zola is 
superior to Shakespeare — there should be 
no obstacle to the illumination that Mme. 
Oda might provide. Moreover. Mme. Oda 
discerned, in the unmended highways of 
New York, some gleams of dramatic intelli- 
gence that she thought could be assimilated 
by her magical genius, and made servicable 
in an auxiliar capacity. "It surprises me." 
she declared, "to find so much plausible ma- 
terial among the young actors here. Really, 
I am surprised to find so much good pliable 
talent running around on Broadway, un- 
tacked. so to speak." One gem of that 
"plausible material" Mme. Oda described as 
"a wonder child." Another "untacked" 
prodigy was enlisted to perform "the sym- 
bolic Rat-Wife" — an obvious luxury; while 
still another "pliable" and extraordinary 
human jewel, rescued from "running around 
on Broadway," was described as possessing 
"a huge, boyish smile, disclosing every one 
of his thirty-two teeth the minute he opens 
his mouth," and, upon that accumulation of 
joys, Mme. Oda imposed the crowning bliss 
of an assurance that she would herself "play 
the role of Rita, first in the Danish-Nor- 
wegian language" and then in the English — ■ 
which, added her baronial enthusiast and ex- 
ponent, "she has only studied three months." 
This community has borne a liberal bur- 
den of diseased foreign drama, of the Ibsen 
and d'Annuncio brands, and likewise an 
abundant supply of the impertinent patron- 
age of foreign actors, who, with their dreary 
"realistic" methods, come here to present it. 
There should be an end of that infliction. 
Mine. Oda may be a wonderful person in 
Scandinavia. If so, she would be wise to re- 
main and shine there, emulating, in her pro- 
duction of the Ibsen drama (which is about 
fifty years behind the times), the famous 
mackerel mentioned by Randolph of Roanoke. 
There has been more than enough of that 
rubbish here. In the particular play that this 
actress chose to represent, "Little Eyolf" 
(known to the irreverent as "Little Tile- 
Off"), a child, is accidentally drowned, be- 
cause of the nesrlect of its carnal mother. 



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who, while in pursuit of physical gratifica- 
tion, hii.s anchored it with I Hut mm to the 
kitrhen table, from which it n lis off and 
tumbles overboard. Mine. < >da cuiKl have 

spand aanolf the labor of elneidating that 
odoriferous theme. -, 1 am assured," aba 
Mid, "tliat the society people are keenly in- 
terested." : them, possibly, were; 
some of them, as is well known, are of the 
Rita breed: but most of "the society |>eople'' 
m tin' wing for Park wbtn Mine. Oda 
• ■.1. ami lier performance, which proved 
to be incompetent, was a dreary failure. 

Tins city lias bad ■ surfeit of foreign tilth 
ami folly. There has been momentarily vis- 
ible an obscure performer named Englund. 
airily condemning the 1'oreinost living \ 
lean arlor. Richard Manstield. There has 
I stalwart Italian comedian, dispensing 
tumid interviews and desecrating the great 
characters of Shakespeare making Hamlet a 
raddled old ass; riding cock-hone, as Kim.; 
I.i-ar •; "n ewling and puking" on bis beard, 
as a ttiltring Pantaloon that he thinks is 
Shylock; and. after turning Othello into a 
buck nigger, ratting his throat, and dying 
like a stuck pig. There has been a poor little 
Englishman twittering' about original ttxta, 
t^tieen Elizabeth, and "conspiracies of critics 
against foreign actors." Tliere has been a 
. Mine. Alia N'azimova, mak 
ing faces over her abortive effort! to q eak 
plain English, telling Da that slie frequently 
does not know what aba | when on 

Igl (infill inalil >n needless to an intelli- 
gent observer of lier performance), and pre- 
tentiously announcing that she will appear 
a> Shakespeare's. I'leopatra — a part tbat, 
physically, she could no more resemble than 
a dneemaker'1 model figure could resemble 
us. There has been enough, and more 
than enough, of conceited pretension on the 
part of foreign actors and of supine folly OB 
the part of their silly advocates here, and 
patience with such inflictions has ceased to 
be a virtue. 

Persons are not "born actors" because they 
shroe their shoulders and gabble. The meth- 
ods of the European Continental stage are 
not superior to tin >e Off the Stage of England 
and America. No foreign actor has ever im- 
personated one of Shakespeare's characters 
in -trict accordance with the poet's 00i. cap- 



tion. The pother about foreign dramatic 
art is a wearisome nuisance. Great actors 
have come, now and then, from Contr 
Kurope. and. as such, they have been wel- 
comed and richly rewarded. Rachel, in par- 
ticular, had great success here. Hut n I 
actor from Continental Kurope baa sur- 
passed the great actors of the English speak 

age. The greatest characters in dra- 

literature are the greatest characters 
in Shakespeare, and. in those characters, 
the English-speaking actors have never been 
equaled. There is no nationality in art, but 
there are many nationalities in charlatanism, 
and it should Ik- made clearly known that 
the American is not one of them. Our public 
has long been disparaged as provincial. It 
would be sensible not to supply our de- 
tractors with any more ground for their 
aapersiona, such as is afforded by advocacy 
and support of crank movements in litera- 
ture and drama. Mark Meddle, carefully 
holding his coat-tails aside for the applica- 
tion of the boot, is not a dignilied s|«c<taclc 
The most auspicious announcements that 
have Ihcii made as to the next dramatic sea- 
son — which bids fair to be one of great indus- 
try and of widely diversitied endeavor — are 

relative to the plan of Mr. Mantell. 
That actor, who has progressed slowly but 
steadily, and invariably in the right path, 
intends to augment his repertory of 
Shakespearean parts with the character of 

Richard the S md, and likewise to act 

(Hoatei in an entirely new stage-version of 
Richard the Third, different from all other 
raniooa hitherto m use, and incor|iorative 
exclusively of Miaki It is also 

Mr. Mantell's intention to revive the fine old 

'• ly Off -The Man of the World." written 

by the once famous Charles ifaaalill and 
lirst produced in London in 17S1. Mr 
tell's repertory already includes Hamlet, 
lirut us. Shylock. Othello. Iago and 
Macbeth; and. with the proposed additnm. 
he necessarily will lx> foremost as the stand- 
ard-bearer of the Shakespearean drama. 
Miss Marlowe and Miss Alien are already 

titors in the heroines of Shakespenn-. 
Miss CroanUB proposes to act Christian, in 
a new play, on the basic Rinnan's brief and 
critical allegory of "The Pilgrim's Proa 
ress." There is not much in sight. 



Impressions 

By Charles Erskine Scott Wood 

Faith begins where Reason ends; but who shall say where Reason endsf 



Where any number of men are gathered 
together, there are sure to be some better 
than others; some more rational and some 
less intelligent than others. There are good 
lawyers and bad lawyers; intellectual doe- 
tors and stupid doctors; wise clergymen and 
foolish clergymen. In short, as the mass of 
humanity in any one place and time will con- 
tain both extremes and all shades of hu- 
manity, so any considerable portion of the' 
mass will contain various examples of the 
good, bad and indifferent. Therefore, it is 
not proper to judge of any general class or 
organization of men by some few particular 
individuals, either good or bad. The ques- 
tion is, What is its average character, and 
what is its general influence, taken as a 
whole, and through the course of years? And 
though an institution on the whole may be a 
power for good, yet if it exhibits some spe- 
cial attraction for the narrow and intolerant, 
that is certainly a fault. 

I am led to these thoughts by having 
heard a clergyman say he intended to hold 
a meeting in his church and invite those 
present to freely discusss the Church. To 
state what in their opinion was the matter 
with the Church in general. By this, the 
speaker meant the Protestant Church. 

Thinking upon the matter, it has seemed 
to me that though the influence of the Church 
is undoubtedly on the side of good, and while 
there are undoubtedly among its members 
some of the finest specimens of humanity, 
tolerant, charitable, intelligent, unselfish and 
self-sacrificing, still it seems to me that the 
Church contains a considerable proportion of 
bigoted and illiberal men. It seems to me 
it has more than its share of such men; more 
in proportion than the newspaper profession, 
the school teachers, the lawyers, the doctors, 
the scientists. It is possible that the nar- 
row-minded clergy are thrown into more 
prominence than the narrow-minded of other 
intellectual bodies. But I think that the 
Church has a tendency to attract such men 
more than other professions have; and if this 
he true, then there must be a reason for it; 
and it seems to me the reasons are these: 



The very foundation of the Church is Faith 
and its corner-stone is Authority. In the be- 
ginning this could not be otherwise, for what 
could be more natural than to accept God's 
own declaration of the truths of Nature and 
to bow before those who were the mouth- 
pieces of God? The very essence of goodness 
was not to doubt; the perfection of righteous- 
ness was implicit belief in God, in his revela- 
tions, and in his ministers and their teach- 
ings. There could be no doubt where there 
was faith. There was no need for investiga- 
tion and search after truth where there was 
faith. Doubt is the very opposite of faith, 
and inquiry is necessarily a repudiation of 
faith; and yet doubt is the mother of investi- 
gation and research, and the truth can only 
be ascertained by investigation. The logie 
of the case was that the search after truth 
was sinful, and the assertion of a demon- 
strated truth which contradicted revelation 
and faith was a wicked attack upon the 
soul's salvation. Therefore, it was inevi- 
table that when Copernicus and Galileo an- 
nounced that the sun was the center of our 
system, and that the earth moved around it, 
they would be opposed, even unto the degree 
of mercilessness by a Church possessed of 
authority and which believed that they con- 
tradicted the divine word and attacked the 
foundations of religion. 

It seems to me we miss the whole point 
of the matter if we accuse the Church of de- 
liberate cruelty and vindictive persecution. 
The individual men may have shown per- 
sonal hatred as toward an enemy assailing 
sacred things, but the cause of the hatred 
was the sincere belief that Copernicus and 
Galileo were enemies and were assailing not 
only sacred things, but those things which 
were necessary to the world's salvation. 
That they were pronouncing lies against the 
truth committed by God to the care of his 
ministers. 

The Catholic Church has received the 
blame for the early persecution of scientists, 
but as the Catholic Church was then the 
only church, there was no one else to take 
up what was generally accepted to be a de- 



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fense of revealc 1 religion. Draper, in his 
Met of Science With Keligion," and 
White, in hi* "Warfare of Science With 
Theology." 1 nth show that the Protestant 
churches were just as intolerant in thought 
and where they possessed or could influence 
temporal authority were as tyrannous in ac- 
tion. It is not a question of names, but of 
the human heart; not a question of time, but 
of the human mind. Teach any mass of men 
that faith in certain statements is their soul's 
salvation, that doubt of these statements is 
sin. and to investigate and question these 
-t .-it • ments is an assault against their re- 
ligion and imperils their eternal happiness, 
and that ignorant mass of men will kill the 
doubter or questioner as remorselessly as 
bees will sting to death an intruder. Let 
any man firmly believe in his soul that he has 
Ood's own word before him in plain print, 
and he will be possessed with a soreness 
which makes bigotry inevitable and an in- 
dignation at difference of opinion which 
makes discussion impossible and tyranny seem 
righteoat. 

When the investigations of the geologists 
began to east doubt upon Adam's creation 
and the flood, the same earnest, sincere, but 
intolerant, invective was poured forth against 
the doubters by every pulpit, without excep- 
tion. .And later, the only reason Darwin and 
his followers were not Imprisoned is I ecause 
the Church had lost the power to do so; be- 
cause the mam of men had had their faith 
shaken in so many earlier encounters be- 
tween fact and revelation. He was abused 
without stint by archbishops as well as cu- 
rates, and his followers were driven from 
their teachings wherever the Church possessed 
the power to do so. In our country Professor 
Wiuchell was driven from his post by one 
Protestant church as late as the year 1875, 

and Professor \V irow from his post by 

another Protestant church as late as 1884; 
and these arc merely special examples of a 
general storm of denunciation and intoler- 
ance. 

The reasons given were that their teachings 
attacked revealed religion — religion being a 
misnomer; what they meant was that their 
teachings were inconsistent with certain ideas 
which had been accepted on faith. There 
can never, to my mind, be any question of 
the earnest sincerity of these religious in 
tolerants. The worst deeds in this world 
have be«B done. Bad are done, by sincere men, 
who believe that they are protecting society 
or religion. It takes an earnest fanaticism 
to support any maa through a course of per- 
secution of his fellows. An aallghteaed man 
would not do it. because of his enlighten- 
ment A bad man would not do it because be 



would not have any heart in the work. It 
would mean nothing to him. It would not 
to him be worth the trouble. Therefore, it 
is that intolerance and persecution are left 
to the nt bigoted and ignorant men. 

The church'-* have undoubtedly grown with 
the world's growth and accepted much of the 
world's truth. They are undoubtedly * 
by an army of earnest men of great purity 
of | • rsonal character, and many of them, as 
I have said, among the greatest ornament* 
of humanity; but purity of character is not 
the only question. A man may be of a won- 
derfully pure personal character and yet the 
thought he spreads about him may be a great 
obstruction to human progress. And it is 
iough that the genets] influence of the 
Church is for good morals. I'uless its iaflu 
- for true progress, something remains 
to be done. .And it is not enough that it has 
a good pnqortion of splendid men; if it also 
has more than its proportion of narrow- 
minded men then it is i 

The question is, Does the Church still 
found Itself upon blind and absolute faith 
and discourage anil denounce inquiry and 
investigation.' Is the ('hurch patient and 
tolerant toward those who honestly doul 1 i 
Nay. more, does the Church itself take the 
lead in resolving the doubt by ii. 
and discussion, rather than by affirmation and 
denunciation f Does it support freedom of 
thought and freedom of speech in things 
spiritual and temporal, or does it still 
on faith and authority as its foundation; 

Just so long as the Church founds its< 
faith, it will attract to itself the emotional 
natures rather than those who use their 
reason wherever reason can be used; and 
who shall say where it cannot be usedt As 
long as the Church founds itself on authority. 
it will attract la itself those who are by na- 
ture intolerant and tyrannous. 

It may be urged that all religion is to a 
certain extent a matter of emotion; that it 
is metaphysical and beyond the region of 
exact knowledge and of precise reasoning. 
That it is finally a matter of pure I elief, 
which is much the same as blind faith. Let 
us say this may be true as a finality; but is 
this a reason why so long as any fact in the 
universe can be observed nnd seized, it should 
not be laid hold off Is it any reason why, 
if this fact demonstrated beyond a doubt. 
contradicts any doctrine of theology, that 
that doctrine ought not to be cheerfully sur- 
rendered to truth T The Church ought to be 
as much interested in discovering the real 
truth of the facts of the universe as any 
I ody of men, if not much more interested 
than any other hotly of men. The world is 
big enough and old enough to have conclu- 



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sively demonstrated that theology is not re- 
ligion; that the doctrine laid down by au- 
thority is not morality. There are good 
Jews, good Christians, good Buddhists, good 
Confucians, good Mohammedans, and good 
atheists, yet how different their theologies. 

It seems to me the churches do still insist 
upon blind faith and unquestioned authority, 
and that thereby they do repel many strong 
and useful intellects and invite many un- 
rational, emotional, bigoted and "tyrannous 
men who find in the Church a congenia